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FATE

Written by: Ralph Waldo Emerson | Biography
 Fate is above me.
Why should I browse? Sleeping in dosses, an outcast, I rove.
Grief is a cellar, that opens in every old house.
A ditch is below me and fate is above.
What did I want? Well, a life of contentment.
What did I get? Just a coffin and wreath.
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Under the cradle a grave has been latent.
Fate is above me, a ditch is beneath.
Up in the sky my soul, like a hound, howls, despaired, the trigger to pull it was keen.
Fate has come over my family background, and on the earth where fate is my kin.
What have I done, apart from the simple poems I've written in passing to date? I've been a lightening conductor for people.
Now I have broken my back.
Such is fate.
© Copyright Alec Vagapov's translation



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