Where is the anger, wrath untold
For these young men that go to die,
In foreign fields where we behold,
Bright plumes of poppies where they lie.
Words can’t explain the tears that well,
For sons and brothers lost to life,
Too soon the ringing of that bell,
The rousing epitaph, the doleful fife.
......
In just one split of an instant
Life force entirely withdrew
With your vitality vanished
I find myself severed in two
As heavens expand between us
I fear I’ll recall less each day…
So, I think back through the senses
To keep time’s forgetting away
......
Madame Ranevskaya’s Reverie
poem 2 of a Chekhovian suite
I dance beneath boughs heavy with spring,
wine-warm laughter on my tongue.
The air tastes of childhood and lost letters—
murmurs of father, of home.
Yet every footstep echoes farewell;
......
Madame Ranevskaya’s Reverie
poem 2 of a Chekhovian suite
I dance beneath boughs heavy with spring,
wine-warm laughter on my tongue.
The air tastes of childhood and lost letters—
murmurs of father, of home.
Yet every footstep echoes farewell;
......
In just one split of an instant
Life force entirely withdrew
With your vitality vanished
I find myself severed in two
As heavens expand between us
I fear I’ll recall less each day…
So, I think back through the senses
To keep time’s forgetting away
......
Where is the anger, wrath untold
For these young men that go to die,
In foreign fields where we behold,
Bright plumes of poppies where they lie.
Words can’t explain the tears that well,
For sons and brothers lost to life,
Too soon the ringing of that bell,
The rousing epitaph, the doleful fife.
......