“to her I send the coffin of lightest wood”
--Paul Celan
Out walking the frozen meadow
I found your hair ribbon, lost
summers ago.
You were already
a memory,
even when I held you
in my arms.
I tied the ribbon to a branch
for you to find
in the silent nights
where you wander.
.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment