Without Mourning
Poemata CII
Morning, morning comes again for you too soon O, you dreamless ones, waking in the afternoon. Nothing, nothing rises once the sun has shone Tho' you close your eyes, vision from them yet has flown. Noonday, noonday rising makes the dreams all fade On the ground still lies, life which your dreams once had made. Looking, looking outward, outward towards the sun Seeds of these have caught, sunlight in every one. Evening, evening falling on unplanted seeds Softly, then you call, can vegetables meet your needs? Digging, digging where the soil is worked and soft Should you ride the air, when seeds cannot rise aloft? Mourning, mourning is the call to pass your lips Learning what you've missed, measuring worth by your grips. Flying, flying slowly back unto your cot-- Without fear, we know, but who is wise who has not?
