All is, And That is All
As a boy, I remember the snow
Through a schoolroom window.
stimulated by its crisp cold
To a gasp echoing down the years
Until now, breathing it in
all the loss of my life, I have ingested
It is part of me, now
The excess pounds are the bones
And memories are their souls
As they add to my girth
Like the time-layered rings
Of an own gnarled tree
Leaning in Winter
All is
And that is all.
John Tansey
Winter 2018
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I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a nice poem, John Tansey. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks