<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345040" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Gray-Eyed King</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Glory to you, inescapable pain!<br>The gray-eyed king died yesterday.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The autumn evening was sultry and red,<br>My husband returned and quietly said:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'You know, they brought him back from the hunt,<br>They found his corpse by the old oak tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I pity the queen. He was so young!..<br>In just one night her hair turned white.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He found his pipe on the mantelpiece<br>And went out to his nighttime shift.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'll go and wake my daughter now,<br>I'll look into her little gray eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While outside the rustling poplars say:<br>'Your king is no longer upon this earth…'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Another translation.<br>By Yevgeny Bonver: </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The Grey-Eyed King</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hail! Hail to thee, o, immovable pain!<br>The young grey-eyed king had been yesterday slain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This autumnal evening was stuffy and red.<br>My husband, returning, had quietly said,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'He'd left for his hunting; they carried him home;<br>They'd found him under the old oak's dome.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I pity the queen. He, so young, past away!...<br>During one night her black hair turned to grey.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He found his pipe on a warm fire-place,<br>And quietly left for his usual race.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now my daughter will wake up and rise --<br>Mother will look in her dear grey eyes...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And poplars by windows rustle as sing,<br>'Never again will you see your young king...'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anna+Akhmatova">Anna Akhmatova</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345040" data-title="Gray-Eyed King de Anna Akhmatova" data-description="Glory to you, inescapable pain! The gray-eyed king died yesterday. The autumn evening was sultry and red, My husband returned and quietly said: 'You know, they brought him back from the hunt, They found his corpse by the old oak tree. I pity th..."></div> </div> </div>

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