In the vase on the sill your roses lie
Looking, now, wilted and dead
Once, resplendently charming the eye
In white and crimson red.
Their shimmering colours no longer bloom
And the faded tops have withered from hence
But their scent streamed into my room
Where it still wafts in continuing strength.
That is, also, what happened with love
That bloomed so briefly in me,
So strongly woven into my soul,
Wilted and faded, though it may be.
Sidonie Grünwald-Zerkovitz (1852- 1907) born in modern day Czech Republic but lived mostly in Austria
Translated by David Paley
Source: Poems Without Frontiers
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