Peter Gizzi
Just Behind the Day
(Reed)
Who can't explain to you
the truth of winter
or you won't translate the truth
as a narrow snow drift whirling.
With a few petals still left
falling onto a few eves
who will explain to you good-bye
now the frozen valley is calm.
But you will hoard the petals
and keep them for yourself.
Stand still, green one
and regard the icy drifts.
Stand still and stay, lost
in the empty river bed
in the truth of winter. But
you will never listen.
Copyright © 1996 Peter Gizzi
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