parting

The Shadow

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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

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On my ever-changing body

Burns from tears nor scars from curses:

Your cold words would disappear

Like in a swift current — stones;

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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;

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If I were the blue of heavens,

Our lifelines would never cross:

Mine — the immovable horizon,

And yours — the curve of the spinning Earth;

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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;

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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

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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;

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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;

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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

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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

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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

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The train

Is quickly gaining speed, like fire

Flying,

Flying,

Flying;

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Snow flakes –

My tiny frozen dreams – are falling lower

Down,

Down,

Down

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I will not see them

Settle on the barren winter ground; watch them

For me, while I am gone,

Gone,

Gone

The Cloud

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You sink into a cloud of mist,

Becoming memory

And leaving on my heart another scar

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I let you go; I wish you won’t

Remember me:

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

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I love you, though, I don’t

Deserve to love you,

And dream of you without reserve or shame

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As your way vanishes in clouds, I run

Farther, and farther –

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