We don’t know how to say goodbye:
we wander on, shoulder to shoulder.
Already the sun is going down;
you’re moody, I am your shadow.
Let’s step inside a church and watch
baptisms, marriages, masses for the dead.
Why are we different from the rest?
Outdoors again, each of us turns his head.
Or else let’s sit in the graveyard
on the trampled snow, sighing to each other.
That stick in your hand is tracing mansions
in which we shall always be together.
translated by Stanley Kunitz with Max Hayward
Leonard Durso 
Terrific!
I’m glad you liked it.
Anna is one of my all-time favourite poets.
Thank you for this
Best Always
john
You’re welcome, John. She is a great one, that’s for sure.
One of my favorite poets.!! Though I may be biased because we share a birthday 🙂 Thank you for posting.!!
You couldn’t ask to share a birthday with anyone better. Glad you enjoyed it.
🙂