Must Begin Anew
Of you today, the long stone walls.
Touch slipped through the sieve
of the falling starlight of love
Anesthetized by years
I think of green hillsides renewed with rain
The house, blinds drawn
The fire, a comfort...
Bach and a few blackberries.
Taking walks with you...
Now I know that there is no end
Along these settled trails
Sunday night
and still much left to be desired.
Your long absence is here with me
along the parched foothills,
along the night.
My shadowed self...
is what survives the weathered past
It rests like moss on stone
and every morning it falls on lack of hope.
The random rain outside
Your words, old letters
Blame, some bitterness
seem justified.
I have closed out the sound of the kettle.
Still, the old love wells...
whispers softly
that only conifers honestly blend with the rain,
We must all begin anew.
That's what you always said.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem