No, no! I pray not for
eternal sleep,
Nor sadly call on death
its peace to give;
One wish alone, with
flame unquenchable,
Burns in my soul—it is
the wish to live.
The wintry blizzard,
with its icy hands,
Thus to break down a
living tree doth strive;
But, though it bends to
earth with frozen boughs,
It fights and struggles
on, that it may live.
G. Galin
translated by Alice
Stone Blackwell
(Picture: Pine tree, Eyvind Earle)
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