Him My Darling! - Poem by Natasa Tocuc
Yes, I remember him -
The name, because one evening
of heat the train drew up there
unwontedly. It was late December.
The steam boiled. Someone cleared faces.
No one go and no one leave
on the green platform. What I saw
was Him - only the name
and flowers, forget me not, and grass,
And meadowsweet, and haycocks dry,
No white less still and lonely lady
Than the high too cloudy in the blue sky.
And for that minute a bluebird sang
Close by, and round him, mistier,
Farther and farther, all the bluebirds
Of the blue skies and mountaintop.
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