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Оглавление7. CONSOLATION
Do not try to guess about your own death
and do not smile, when all is lost,
do not think of how they will mourn you,
how their regret, too late, will sting them.
This is a poor consolation, and
an amusement that offends the earth.
Better you should speak and think to yourself:
what glitters white on the greening slope?
On the green slope the orchards play
and go down to the water’s edge,
like little lambs with golden bells.
White lambs on the greening slope.
But death will come, asking no one.
