You came in a dream, yesterday —
The first day we met you showed me
your dark workroom off the kitchen,
your books, your notebooks.
Reading our last, knowing-last letters —
the years of our friendship
reading our poems to each other,
I would start breathing again.
Yesterday, in the afternoon,
more than a year since you died,
some words came into the air.
I looked away a second,
and they were gone, six lines,
just passing through.
A very nice remembrance of a friend. A fragment of lost poetry passing through the mind.
Isn't it wonderful the many different ways we write? She is stunning- -in just a few lines she communicated to us a sense of time and place and personality and emotion. We lose friends through the years and how comforting that every so often a memory of them drifts into our present-day life and reminds us how rich we are in the people who have enhanced our life.
A glowing tribute to a friend who has left for his heavenly abode. Thanks for sharing it here.10 points.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Just passing through. Thanks for sharing.