Now that you hear that what do you think that is?
I found it strange the poets could not hear the far ruining.
It had been in my country, for that century, the understanding
love would not be exploited for hate.
I could not love Amaz because I hated Kate.
I could not love tomorrow, though I was told,
“death is heaven and heaven is hello.”
How much art lives in a stifled cry?
Hope! We laugh! Picture the cherished leaf.
Did you hear? Spring and autumn, both.
Did you hear? Life, leaf and sky, childhood murmuring (you know! you know!)
is goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.