The Shadow

If I were a rock, I wouldn’t

Keep your passing shadow’s trace;

If I were an endless river,

I would carry not for days

/

On my ever-changing body

Burns from tears nor scars from curses:

Your cold words would disappear

Like in a swift current — stones;

/

If I were a desert wind,

I’d but brush past you on my way

To the ball that starts are throwing

In the middle of nowhere;

/

If I were the blue of heavens,

Our lifelines would never cross:

Mine — the immovable horizon,

And yours — the curve of the spinning Earth;

/

But I’m not a rock nor river,

I can’t be like skies or winds,

Which was why I must have let you

Come to mean so much to me;

/

Yet, I stand while time flows through me,

Rushed forth by the gale and breeze,

The night devours the darkest shadows,

And so from yours I’ll soon be free

The Drought

To N. D. R.

Don’t be afraid, you will forget me;

This feeling, by name invoked,

Will wither gradually as distance separates us;

In a succession of white days of drought,

Time will turn into dust the soil,

And into ash the leaves;

/

You will not think of me forever

With the same yearning as today;

When you still saw but couldn’t reach me,

My image growing smaller, features blurring,

Until, frustrated and surprised, you realized

You hardly knew my face;

/

Don’t feel ashamed to let the strings,

Which still tie you to me,

Break, as all things do,

Or to agree with friends, who tell you

That I was nothing special –

It is absolutely true;

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You can replace me with another,

My spark is not the only light;

Don’t be afraid, you will forget me

When the new spring’s rains feed

The seeds

Of all new life

At the Station

I have to go –

The air outside is getting cold and lonely;

I hear the call

Of somewhere ineffably remote; the doors of glass

Have closed

/

What you may have to say

No longer matters – I’ve unlearned to listen,

To speak, to touch, to love, to hope

To miss this that I never held but an illusion of,

Fragile and fleeting

/

The train

Is quickly gaining speed, like fire

Flying,

Flying,

Flying;

/

Snow flakes –

My tiny frozen dreams – are falling lower

Down,

Down,

Down

/

I will not see them

Settle on the barren winter ground; watch them

For me, while I am gone,

Gone,

Gone

The Cloud

You sink into a cloud of mist,

Becoming memory

And leaving on my heart another scar

/

I let you go; I wish you won’t

Remember me:

My ugly face, my ugly thoughts, the ugly way I laugh…

/

I love you, though, I don’t

Deserve to love you,

And dream of you without reserve or shame

/

As your way vanishes in clouds, I run

Farther, and farther –

I’m running from the hope that you would follow me