Elegy To Myself
All those years of wishes, craving, feelings of wanting to be loved -
Disappear without shadows
But weeping and loud wailing on my grave stone–
Is what remain
Tears falling like spring water on my brick face
In grave with companies of worms and exotic termites
From men of...
Disappear without shadows
But weeping and loud wailing on my grave stone–
Is what remain
Tears falling like spring water on my brick face
In grave with companies of worms and exotic termites
From men of...