lunedì 4 febbraio 2013

To the dead

With my fingers, I wrote on the sand
A letter addressed to the dead.

But the wave came and canceled my message,
Letting time flow back to life.

Then I put a shell to my ear
To listen to what the dead had to say.

But the wind blew and blew,
Rising above the silence.

At last disheartened, I sat on the beach,
And for a long time, I did or said nothing—

For much I longed to see
His beloved face again.



by Jason R. Forbus

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