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fledgist ([personal profile] fledgist) wrote2010-04-04 05:57 pm
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resurrection time

 

hyacinths and daffs in the flowerbed

those eager plantings of last summer's heat

they are the voices of our dearest dead

 

we have not asked just what the blossoms said

nor listened long to the black loamy beat

hyacinths and daffs in the flowerbed

 

have no regret nor signal any dread

their meaning is not evil it is sweet

they are the voices of our dearest dead

 

returning to us in the garden spread

in sudden colour in the light complete

hyacinths and daffs in the flowerbed

 

each shocking signal sent right to the head

and heart that with old sorrow is replete

these are the voices of our dearest dead

 

gone now but leaving us with souls full fed

since life refuses to accept defeat

hyacinths and daffs in the flowerbed

they are the voices of our dearest dead