W.H.Auden continued to obsess me with his poem “Another time”, with his words: It’s today in which we live.
Sunday I was chatting with my friend Red: she talked about the snow. My young friend Glitter too said something about the snow, but in her dark way. After, I knew that a my beautiful friend tried to kill herself.
In the next night I wrote this stuff.
Maybe snow will come on thoughts, at last
when my arms will be hard I, at least,
will be alone with my eyes full of mist
then I’ll watch to my life running fast
I’ll be old, I’ll be cold, then my mask
will no more justify any beast
Perhaps free I’ll be me, I’ll exist
yet my life to its end will be at last
I’ll see you, I’ll see Thou in the last
pulse of heart without blood. I’ll be least.
I’ll know all this my life as a beast
resurrect, I’ll find peace. I’ll die fast
November, 9th 2015