Lament

Everything is farand long gone by.

I think that the starglittering above mehas been dead for a million years.

I think there were tearsin the car I heard passand something terrible was said.

A clock has stopped striking in the houseacross the road…When did it start?…I would like to step out of my heartan go walking beneath the enormous sky.

I would like to pray.

And surely of all the stars that perishedlong ago,
one still exists.

I think that I knowwhich one it is—which one, at the end of its beam in the sky,
stands like a white city…