by
Louise Glück
This is the moment when you see again
the red berries of the mountain ash
and in the dark
the bird's night migration.
It grieves me to think
the dead won't see them -
these things we depend on,
they disappeare.
What will the soul do for solace them?
I tell myself maybe it won't need
these pleasures anymore;
maybe just not being is simple enough,
hard as that is to imagine.
Quelle: Louise Glück (2006) AVERNO (Aus dem Amerikanischen von Ulrike Draesner)
Luchterhand Literaturverlag, München (Seite 10)
