Sorrow is my own yard
where the new grass
flames as it has flamed
often before but not
with the cold fire
that closes round me this year.
Thirtyfive years
I lived with my husband.
The plumtree is white today
with masses of flowers.
Masses of flowers
load the cherry branches
and color some bushes
yellow and some red
but the grief in my heart
is stronger than they
for though they were my joy
formerly, today I notice them
and turn away forgetting.
Today my son told me
that in the meadows,
at the edge of the heavy woods
in the distance, he saw
trees of white flowers.
I feel that I would like
to go there
and fall into those flowers
and sink into the marsh near them.
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Leonard Durso 
Excellent… I love the first five lines..
I always feel weak reading the last few lines myself. But it is one of my favorite WCW poems.
Reblogged this on Leonard Durso and commented:
a personal favorıte of WCW
Love, loss, longing, grief, sadness…
To love so deeply for so long that one feels one can’t go on without the other…
Powerful stuff!
Hmm, don’t think I ever experienced that kind of love (also sad…)
Well you never know what awaits you.
(Shrugs) only God knows…
And He never tells beforehand.