WB Yeats: The Old Men Admiring Themselves in the Water
A repost from Google Plus in 2013.
I HEARD the old, old men say,
'Everything alters,
And one by one we drop away.'
They had hands like claws, and their knees
Were twisted like the old thorn-trees
By the waters.
'All that's beautiful drifts away
Like the waters.'
Yáre neri tíraxer i nenisse
Hlarnen I yáre, yáre neri quete,
‘Ahyar illi,
Ar lantuvamme mine apa mine.’
Mantar ner ve nammar, ar *occantar
Cauce ve i yáre neceltussar
Ara i neni.
‘Ilqua i vanima auvile
Ve i neni.’
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