It tolls, of course, for your love.
Of which you saw the sudden end,
Maybe you cry, aghast, enough!
But still it tolls, for all the undead.
Your heart is empty, sign TO LET,
But sign of life it also is,
Maybe TO LET, maybe TO LEASE.
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* 'For whom the bell tolls' (E. Hemingway)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem