Immersed in all my interior peace,
I visite the dad's grave in a bleak countryside.
All around once upon a time the vineyards were everywhere,
Now the wood reabsorbs everything.
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I like the parallel between the interior peace and the peace of the grave - quite different, but they meet in the wonderful garden, in the memory. The invisible presence of a professor and the poet`s verses quoted add the peace of a library to the peaceful atmosphere of the poem.
A fine ode indeed! chosen words are WOW! Inner beauty ammmmmazing! 10+