The Great Grief Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

The great Grief

A black man was leaning his head against a wall crying
Other somewhat whiter people came carrying flowers.
a day of mourning not for frolicking
On the other side of the river, so many deaths and
A princess was murdered in a tunnel.
Mass grief I was caught up in, full of sadness eyes
Full of tears, I dried my eyes on a laundry slip.
On this day it was allowed to cry lest some should
Think one was overly sentimental and embarrassing
Passers-by.
Meanwhile, I have a mental picture of some strange
People, on the other side of the river of sorrow. laughing
And pointing fingers at a gloomy sky.