And the stone word fell
On my still-living breast.
Never mind, I was ready.
I will manage somehow.Today I have so much to do:
I must **** memory once and for all,
I must turn my soul to stone,
I must learn to live again--Unless . . . Summer's ardent rustling
Is like a festival outside my window.
For a long time I've foreseen this
Brilliant day, deserted house.
On my still-living breast.
Never mind, I was ready.
I will manage somehow.Today I have so much to do:
I must **** memory once and for all,
I must turn my soul to stone,
I must learn to live again--Unless . . . Summer's ardent rustling
Is like a festival outside my window.
For a long time I've foreseen this
Brilliant day, deserted house.
