Way to the Graveyard

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Way to the Graveyard

Amongst the vineyards
Sunny October
When you died
Bird in the sky
Now, dead, you sing
I sleep alone. Yet, as before
You are the drowned one
The wind caresses you
Once I planted flowers for you
A lizard on your grave

From “The Dead Branch Revives”, Blesok, 2009.
Translated by Alan McConnell Duff

Amongst the vineyards
the way to the graveyard.
There is no way back.

2018-08-21T17:22:59+00:00 March 3rd, 2009|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 64|0 Comments