Optron #33 20 ноября 1999

Poems - The arrival of death.

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             The arrival of Death

At night the snow fell. Snow, white as death.
But by morning the earth was dead and rest in peace.
In the shroud of winter clouds Death begins her

                                 way
And ice hoofs ringing, and ringing them -

                                 perdition.

Dies tremulous sigh, dies last

                                     sheet
Constrained by the warm look and gentle hands.
Snow-covered word, drops dead

                                    thought
Erased all the names and memories and sounds.

Gray roofs of the houses for the night were gray,
Dead trees hands outstretched to the sky.
Rider to enter the city and looks through the eyes of

                                    evil:
Cleared as life here, long ago, he

                             there was not.

Long since forgotten it, rejoicing in the sun and fly
Running in the soft grass barefoot.
But rose from the grave and then walk along

                                     light
Riders of Death and Winter, as before,

                                   together.

Again struck their hour has come again to

                                    time
And do not keep them gallop been anyone.
And the hearts fall a burden -
Snow mixed with nostalgia for elapsed

                                      sleep.


                              December 1997