My reason fails me.
\nMan who weeps for his woman.
\nI do not excuse the world
\nfor death,
\nbut weep quietly please.
\nI have no place
\nto put your perpetual grieving.
\nWoman,
\nkeep your windows covered.
\nThe sound of your voice rattles me.<\/p>\n
Downstairs where the fire
\nhas gone out,
\nthe stones of the fireplace are cold.
\nHave been cold for years,
\nbut you forget his life is gone,
\nand I don\u2019t want to hear
\nwhat you say to him.
\nDeath tortures you.<\/p>\n
World, what excuse do you have?
\nWhat can I tell the children?
\nWhen summer passes
\nand I place the last bloom
\non the leaves.
\nWhat, mother of dust,
\nwho turned dust into flowers,
\ndo I do with tears?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
My reason fails me. Man who weeps for his woman. I do not excuse the world for death, but weep quietly please. I have no…<\/p>\n