In the high pasture
The winter snows are melting,
The streams carry my love
Down to you in the valley.
For Judy, March 1981
Schloss Kasseg, Austria
In the high pasture
The winter snows are melting,
The streams carry my love
Down to you in the valley.
For Judy, March 1981
Schloss Kasseg, Austria
So fade the lilies, their miracle complete,
And all their baroque fantasies of form and scent
Now ghosts upon the ripened Summer air.
We lived their moment and that time was sweet.
I come again to fields I know
And laugh and cry that every tree
And gate seems so familiar.
The turnings in the country lanes
Hold no surprise, no hidden threat,
And tides, twice daily, flow and ebb,
And sunshine follows after rain
With rhythms, smells and sequences
From ages set. All this I love!
Started on the boat to Jersey,
finished in hospital in Brussels.
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