Rememberance

And you wait, keep waiting for that one thingwhich would infinitely enrich your life:
the powerful, uniquely uncommon,
the awakening of dormant stones,
depths that would reveal you to yourself.

In the dusk you notice the book shelveswith their volumes in gold and in brown;
and you think of far lands you journeyed,
of pictures and of shimmering gownsworn by women you conquered and lost.

And it comes to you all of a sudden:

That was it!

And you arise, for you areaware of a year in your distant pastwith its fears and events and prayers.

Translated by Albert Ernest Flemming