Robert Laurence Binyon (Роберт Лоренс Биньон)

Lament

Fall now, my cold thoughts, frozen fall
My sad thoughts, over my heart,
To be the tender burial
Of sweetness and of smart.

Fall soft as the snow, when all men sleep,
On copse and on bank forlorn,
That tenderly buries, yet buries deep
Frail violets, freshly born. 

1. Flame and Snow
2. Nothing Is Enough!
3. A Mother’s Song
4. The Winds of All the World
5. One Year Old

Sylvia Plath (Сильвия Плат) Lament ("The sting of bees took away my father")

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