Публикувано от: bogpan | октомври 9, 2018

The Road to Halicarnassus*

“To die, to sleep—
No more—and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep—
To sleep—perchance to dream. Ay, there’s the rub!”
_Shakespeare /Hamlet: Act 3, scene 1/


 

Likewise a pilgrim
(like all of us)
in that equilibrium autumn
I walk on an echo
of an ancient laughter.
Echoing
among friezes and statues,
and alabaster
as every laughter
careless. Of
a heart in love.
I do not know me. I shan’t remember.
My children were bathed in the dew of night.
And bread, they ate from my palm.
My blood shan’t be redeemed by anybody.
And I don’t want them
to drink my dust.

On the red road
the man is going
like a fiery bloomed rose.

*https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mausoleum_at_Halicarnassus


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