Me: Okay these are two poems of mine. The first one is a translation of sonnet 18, by shakkespear the other is an original, so thats probably really bad lol. Ты could say my translation helps people understand what its about
Sonnet 18-translated by me written bt shakespear
Are Ты as lovely as the days of summer
But Ты can not be, for your beauty and fairness range far beyond
summer can be rough, shaking the Цветы in bloom
And summer is to short for my liking
The sun bears down harshly upon us,
and is often eclipsed by the clouds.
And all beauty erodes away,
by the the mother of nature или the turns of time
But your beauty lives on
your fairness will always belong to Ты
The shadows of death are held abay in the shadows
while these words remember Ты forever
As long as man live on this earth,
Ты will be rembered like the stars themselves
The storm-written by me
The clouds are swirling and billwoing above me
They are like a суп of dark and violent colours.
The wind pierces my fragile body like an icy нож
as it whistles across the land.
The roar of thunder penetrates the night sky,
like the angry yells of the Gods
And then theb rain starts to fall,
Ангелы tears falling from heaven
Mourning the world's sorry.
As the rain falls softly,
it leaves glistening drops on the leaves.
The Животные rejoice as the rain falls
saving the world from the dry death approaching.
I look out across the horizon,
with the rain falling on my skin,
and the wind blowing my hair around my face,
I watch the storm
Sonnet 18-translated by me written bt shakespear
Are Ты as lovely as the days of summer
But Ты can not be, for your beauty and fairness range far beyond
summer can be rough, shaking the Цветы in bloom
And summer is to short for my liking
The sun bears down harshly upon us,
and is often eclipsed by the clouds.
And all beauty erodes away,
by the the mother of nature или the turns of time
But your beauty lives on
your fairness will always belong to Ты
The shadows of death are held abay in the shadows
while these words remember Ты forever
As long as man live on this earth,
Ты will be rembered like the stars themselves
The storm-written by me
The clouds are swirling and billwoing above me
They are like a суп of dark and violent colours.
The wind pierces my fragile body like an icy нож
as it whistles across the land.
The roar of thunder penetrates the night sky,
like the angry yells of the Gods
And then theb rain starts to fall,
Ангелы tears falling from heaven
Mourning the world's sorry.
As the rain falls softly,
it leaves glistening drops on the leaves.
The Животные rejoice as the rain falls
saving the world from the dry death approaching.
I look out across the horizon,
with the rain falling on my skin,
and the wind blowing my hair around my face,
I watch the storm