(September 30, 1927 / New York / United States)

For The Anniversary Of My Death

Every year without knowing it I have passed the day
When the last fires will wave to me
And the silence will set out
Tireless traveller
Like the beam of a lightless star

Then I will no longer
Find myself in life as in a strange garment
Surprised at the earth
And the love of one woman
And the shamelessness of men
As today writing after three days of rain
Hearing the wren sing and the falling cease
And bowing not knowing to what

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Melancholy but dazzling at the same time.
Every year without knowing it I have passed the day When the last fires will wave to me And the silence will set out.. speaking of death with such freedom and peace.. and courage. thank u dear poet. tony
This poem is so carefully made random and set so far out yet so close to the heart that it is hard to understand. Its abstract quality and seemingly careless musings are very thought out. I only regret that it doesnt rhyme and that it has such a vague quality that leaves you with a delightful hopeless feel.
A poem having some philosophical thoughts about life and the shamelessness of man he wrote. A life poem and remembering the death also.wonderful creativity.
An abstract questioning with depth but no answer as many live on awaiting enlightenment!
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