Here are two versions of a poem I wrote long ago.
I keep going back to old pieces and reworking them.
This is the original finished version.
His words reach out
across the eons of minds.
Seizing my heart
pulling me into his times.
I see the room,
the chaos of The Parting
I weep the tears
and feel my life departing.
I know the pain,
the empty meaning it brings.
And fill the time
with void and mundane things.
This revision was done many years later.
Pasternak speaks
Words, coming across eons of minds
Draw me into his being
I am part of The Parting
See the room
Weep his tears
Feel life end
And do the mundane things
Knowing their void
And am no more myself.