Alfred Behrmann

(Berlin, Germany)

Parting - Poem by Alfred Behrmann

To Herbert, from Volterra Congedo. A last look and clasping of hands.
Many then are the ways to darkness: on foot,
On horseback, by chariot, carriage, or boat.
With music sometimes, sometimes a quiet cortege,
Lasa, the winged, as guide or the bearded god,
Hammer in hand. Short, we think, were your days,
A lease claimed from anguish. Now you go
Unto other soil, no longer teaching any man
To bear his allotted part.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003



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