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Cette photographie montre un quai de la jetée Saint-Pauli à Hambourg par une matinée ensoleillée. Sur le sol humide, un groupe de personnes se tient près du bord en regardant l'Elbe. À droite, une personne consulte un panneau d'affichage près d'une structure couverte. En arrière-plan, un bateau navigue devant les grues du port.
この写真は、晴れた朝のハンブルクのザンクト・パウリ桟橋の岸壁を写しています。濡れた地面の上で、グループがエルベに向かって縁の近くに立っています。右側では、人物が屋根付きの構造物の近くで掲示板を見ています。背景では、港のクレーンの前をボートが航行しています。
This photograph shows a quay at the St. Pauli pier in Hamburg on a sunny morning. On the wet ground, a group of people stands near the edge looking at the Elbe. On the right, a person is looking at an information board near a covered structure. In the background, a boat is sailing past the port cranes.
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Cette photographie montre deux passants marchant sur le pont Lombardsbrücke à Hambourg. En arrière-plan, le célèbre jet d'eau de l'Alster et les clochers de la ville se dessinent sous un ciel nuageux spectaculaire.
この写真は、ハンブルクのロンバルツ橋を歩く2人の通行人を写しています。背景には、ドラマチックな曇り空の下にアルスター湖の噴水と街の尖塔が見えます。
This photograph shows two pedestrians walking on the Lombardsbrücke bridge in Hamburg. In the background, the Alster fountain and the city's church spires stand out under a dramatic cloudy sky.
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Cette photographie montre un wagon de train à quai à Hambourg. Un imposant graffiti formant l'inscription "ST. PAULI" recouvre sa partie inférieure.
この写真は、ハンブルクのプラットホームに停車している電車の車両を写しています。「ST. PAULI」という文字の大きなグラフィティがその下部を覆っています。
This photograph shows a train car at a platform in Hamburg. A large graffiti spelling "ST. PAULI" covers its lower section.
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Death Is Nothing At All
By Henry Scott-Holland
Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.
Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you,
and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just round the corner.
All is well.
Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!