AFTERWARD
NOW I remember very plain:A sumac leaf was red,The bloom of grape was on the hills,The river was a twisted thread.That day I marked not leaf nor hill,Nor rivers to the sea—I was my lover’s garden closed,I was his tower of ivory.
NOW I remember very plain:A sumac leaf was red,The bloom of grape was on the hills,The river was a twisted thread.That day I marked not leaf nor hill,Nor rivers to the sea—I was my lover’s garden closed,I was his tower of ivory.
NOW I remember very plain:A sumac leaf was red,The bloom of grape was on the hills,The river was a twisted thread.
That day I marked not leaf nor hill,Nor rivers to the sea—I was my lover’s garden closed,I was his tower of ivory.