You remember, Of course, you remember How I stood With my back to the wall While you paced the room in a temper And many a sharp word Let fall. You said: It was high time we parted, My mad life Was torturing you You’d work to do and had to start on it, While I’d slide on down To my doom. Beloved! You did not love me, Didn’t you know: in the milling crowd I was like a horse driven to fury By spurs, and foaming at the mouth. You didn’t know: In the thick smoke, In the turmoil of life swiftly spreading What tortured me was I didn’t know Where our ship of fate was heading…. Face to face You can’t see the features. You need distance to see what is great. When the ocean surface is seething The ship’s a pitiful state. The earth is a ship! But suddenly someone Determined new horizons should be won, Headed straight for the raging hurricane, Streered the ship unswervingly on. And was there a man among us on deck Who did not stumble, start swearing and puke? Few were the men of experience Who stood their ground when all heaven shook. Then did I too In the terrible din, Though knowing well what I was doing, Go down into the hold of the ship Not to witness the passengers spewing. The ship’s hold was A Russian tavern And over a glass I bent low So, by sight of woe not saddened, I could go to the dogs In a drunken glow. Forgive me… You too have changed, I know –You have a husband Who’s serious, clever; You don’t need our old imbroglio And you are better off Without me altogether Live As your own star has decreed, To new destinations your way wending. Greetings from one who shall ever esteem Your memory, .....................................
Posted on: Wed, 25 Sep 2013 05:50:02 +0000
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