by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)

Language: English 
Our translations:  FRE
Let it be forgotten as a flower is forgotten,
Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold.
Let it be forgotten forever and ever.
Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.

If anyone asks, say it was forgotten,
Long and long ago.
As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed foot-fall
In a long forgotten snow.

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  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Qu'il soit oublié", copyright © 2022, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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