(2/18/94 / some where in this universe muhahaha)

On Hearing Of A Death

We lack all knowledge of this parting. Death
does not deal with us. We have no reason
to show death admiration, love or hate;
his mask of feigned tragic lament gives us

a false impression. The world's stage is still
filled with roles which we play. While we worry
that our performances may not please,
death also performs, although to no applause.

But as you left us, there broke upon this stage
a glimpse of reality, shown through the slight
opening through which you dissapeared: green,
evergreen, bathed in sunlight, actual woods.

We keep on playiing, still anxious, our difficult roles
declaiming, accompanied by matching gestures
as required. But your presence so suddenly
removed from our midst and from our play, at times

overcomes us like a sense of that other
reality: yours, that we are so overwhelmed
and play our actual lives instead of the performance,
forgetting altogehter the applause.

Translated by Albert Ernest Flemming

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A captivating awesome write. Heartiest Congrats on it's poem of the Day.
The silent wail of a lonely heart. sitting by the fire reminiscing the days gone. nicely composed, it is deeply emotional ink. Congratulations! ! !
Poem reminds of the loneliness one can experience when single. And there is no one else to turn too but the self. Expressed beautifully. Congratulation! ! !
Awakening! Epiphany of the soul and revelations of a life long journey penetrating the layers of the many barriers we impose on ourselves or by others..freedom from restraints..good poem, congratulations...
Piece of great elegance with rendition of words to utmost justice. Lovely poem embellished in poetic rhyme and rhythm. Thanks for sharing Bethany.
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