Look, today your finitude is naught,
Gathering dust in the winds of time,
Spilling the water to bare earth and ash.
In a springtime hour, spring comes;
For the first time it sparkles in the sun
The flower you made from its seeds, flower of each and every one of us.
--
And your youth will be saved for every generation,
While your memory will burn bright in our memory,
For ever and ever.
Or perhaps I have imagined all that, but I am sure that it is all true.
[Time passes]
Our bodies broke out. We hated these slopes with a fierceness we never had. We shouted at the waterfalls that would douse us