Spring A.D.
Again with spring
she was dressed in light colors
and with a light steps
again with spring
again in the summer
she was smiling.
Amid the fresh blossoms
breast naked to the veins
beyond the dry night
beyond gray haired old men
who spoke in low voices
what would have been better
to give up the keys
or to pull the rope
and hang from the noose
to leave empty bodies
there where the souls couldn’t endure
there where the mind couldn’t reach
and the knees buckled.
With the new blossoms
the old men missed
and they gave up everything
grand children and great-grand children
and the vast fields
and the green mountains
and love and life
compassion and dwelling
and rivers and the sea;
and they left like statues
and left behind silence
that the sword couldn’t cut
that gallop couldn’t take
nor voices of the young;
and the great loneliness came
and the great austerity…

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