{(Gerda's lament, from a song cycle for The Snow Queen and with a bouquet of mignonette) }
(and To Hans Christian Andersen for his fable, The Snow Queen)
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how will you weep then
in such a glacial land
or will you wait for the thaw when
you will take the census of their tears
you whom I knew for years
and no longer recognize because
you do not recognize me!
though in dreams I hold the sun in my hands
till it burns quite through
beseeching you oh K.
remember when we played
the world would be always green?
and we would be king and queen
and oh the cracked mirror in your eyes
has wounded all flowers forever
K will you never never look upon summer again
without your compass with the surveyor's kit
she gave you last Christmas breathing on the glass
of your paralysis.
I look for roses but they are spent
For the little balcony with the geraniums
where we werebut all all has whirled away
losing the laughingthe brightening names and the shine on the
waters in a kingdom calculating everything down
to the last son and daughter
down to the bitter weeds of all regret.
mary angeladouglas 28 august 2020
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks for this moving tribute to someone who shared golden hours with you. Despite the regrets, you are blessed to keep those beautiful memories as part of your identity. In the kingdom of all time there is room for bitter weeds, along with so much beauty. No wonder you feel regrets over your friend's memory loss.