The AnswerTo V. A. Komarovsky
Oh, what the unconventional words April’s last days brought to me here. You knew that in my heart and thoughts, Is left that Holy Week of fear. I was not hearing the knells, Deploring in the azure-river, But the bronze laugh – for seven days – Or crying, like the flowing silver. And, sadly hiding off my face, Like before fateful separation, I was in waiting for the pace Of her, called since ‘Excruciation’.