The souls of all my dears have flown to the stars.
Thank God there’s no one left for me to lose–
so I am free to cry. This air is made
for the echoing of songs.
A silver willow by the shore
trails to the bright September waters.
My shadow, risen from the past,
glides silently towards me.
Though the branches here are hung with many lyres,
a place has been reserved for mine, it seems.
And now this shower, struck by sunlight,
brings me good news, my cup of consolation.
translated by Stanley Kunitz with Max Hayward
Leonard Durso 
This is beautiful! Thank you for posting.
You’re welcome, Lillian. I’m glad you liked it.
Far out!!! …as we used to say. Gotta love this one alot.
I’m glad you feel that way about this poem, John.
She was such a beautiful poet, it’s great to see others appreciating her work because it’s sincerely wonderful
I’m glad you feel that way since I totally agree.
her poetry like a gemstone. thanks for sharing.
I think so, too.