Sunday, November 29, 2009

Czeslaw Milosz


FORGET
.
Forget the suffering
You caused others.
Forget the suffering
others caused you.
The waters run and run
Springs sparkle and are done.
You walk the earth you are forgetting.
.
Sometimes you hear a distant refrain
What does it mean, you ask, who is singing?
A childlike sun grows warm.
A grandson and a great-grandson are born.
You are led by the hand once again.
.
The names of the rivers remain with you
How endless those rivers seem!
Your fields lie fallow.
The city towers are not as they were.
You stand at the threshold mute.

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