We must learn something from the trees.
– Kasem Trebeshina
Death was not in Paris, my darling,
It had never walked
In Luxemburg’s Garden either.
Every Autumn leaf
Was less than loneliness,
And the naked tree was quite unlike
The hesitating sounds of your guitar.
(Abandoned from whispers, it threw oblivion away –
Faint waltz chords
Filling the air of eternity.)
My sadness looked like the light at the verge of dusk:
That tree should have at least taught you
Why death was nowhere to be found in Paris.
You should have learned all only from the trees…