Imperceptibly by stealth
The pain of your departure has set
Lover, who never touched me
I have felt your hands in your eyes.
And grieved, grieved at their restraint.
Amongst the willows I lost my heart
the plaintive reeds sing my longing
in unison at dawn the wild geese soar.
The dogwoods are in bloom
giving lie to Winter’s hold
I trudge through muddy roads
thinking of Summer, war’s end
And of life rising again out of the Tigris plain.
Antonia Baranov
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