In a stark season I went walking
And laid my head against a bare birch tree.
Then clasped my hands around her trunk
And willed her strength a part of me.
Long shadows framed us left and right
As we stood rooted there.
Long shadows came to cover all,
Though I vowed not to care.
And I swore never more to care
And I vowed never more to weep.
Or be filled with anguish and grieve for those
Who slumber in eternal sleep.
Then I heaved up a sigh and broke my vow
And the tree and I wept, for a fallen leaf...
But only my mouth is filled with blood
As a son consumed with grief.
And I swore never more to care
And I vowed never more to weep.
Or be filled with anguish and grieve for those
Who slumber in eternal sleep.
Then I heaved up a sigh and broke my vow
And the tree and I wept, for a fallen leaf.
But only my mouth is filled with blood
As a son consumed with grief.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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