I'm grappling with that Yeats, put him
in a raw form from the English tongue,
a poem about a man who dreams and
has the fate of man, worms spiring
about his bones. But you were a woman
who had seen death, washed the bodies
of people you had known, and there are
only ashes under your headstone. Half
of your bidding we have done, the other
half disobeyed. And on these days I
think we should have done the other
half, as you told: To scatter your ashes
into Lapland winds. Against the law,
but who would have known - but us
and the wind and the land you loved?
21.06.2024
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