neither anguish, neither love, no more sorrow…

M. B.

neither anguish, neither love, no more sorrow,
any anxiety, or chest pain,
if the whole life behind
and only half an hour ahead.

Look around you - and you will see probably:
on a side street taxis rumble,
for the churchyard trees
the child sick rustle,

from some unknown gave
whistle young guard,
and meaningless rumbling piano
float above your head.

do not understand, but feel immediately:
good to five domes
Suppose now Diabase
bequeath half his life.

4 June 1962

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