A moon gate in my wall: собрание стихотворений

My dear, my dear,
Now that I have to go, and know I'm going,
There are so many things I have to say —
So many things that, without knowing.
I've left unfinished here
Till this last day —

Sit near me, listen, and perhaps together

We will recall, before I break the tether,
questions unanswered, prayers unspoken,
And if there is no time, perhaps my eyes
Will leave for you a token
Of sunlit skies
That we have watched together, and of dreams
That I have shared with you, and you with me!

This is a very vast and lonely sea

That I am set to sail, and yet it seems
That I am not afraid. The guiding hand
Of a wise Pilot comes to beckon me
Across the blue expanse to a far land
Of peace and calm and beauty.
You, my dear,
Staying behind, you must not ever fear
This life!
If I could only tell
As clearly, somehow, as a silver bell
Might ring through the clear air of a bright day,
That I will never really be away
From you; not ever…
Will you try
To walk on, bravely, though a clouded sky
May threaten, though above a barren field
Thunder may roll, please promise not to yield
To doubt — remember always, as you grope
In darkest thickets — there is always hope.
— I am a little weary. Will you bring
A glass of water for me? Make it cold.

Thank you. That's better…

There's another thing
You must remember — that I've always told:
There is no white or black or yellow race,
But only Human. All are made the same,
For it is not the color of the face
Or the variety of given name
That shape the heart and educate the mind;
It is not what you see, but what you find.

— Oh, love, it seems I'm only getting started,

And yet I feel that we will soon be parted,
1 tire so fast. Forgive me if I gasp,
Here, let me have your little hand to clasp
In mine for yet a little longer. Stay.
I have to finish what I want to say.

Because you are more generously blessed

Than most, you are not better than the rest,
Only more fortunate. So if you can,
Be kind and gentle to your fellow man,
As we are taught to be.
And oh, my dear,
Enjoy the wealth that you are offered here —

Sunrise — and music — and the shape of trees —

Soft growing grass — and world-encircling seas —
Love for a man — the work you have to do —
Friends travelling the very road as you —

I hope that you will live and toil and play

With all your heart, and all the time obey
Your faith in the great Presence over all,
Whether you win, or whether for a time
Your footsteps falter in the slime
Of difficulties, even if you fall,
Remember, dear, that with your faith and will
In days of darkness you are victor still.

It s getting late, and you should be in bed,

And surely there will be one more tomorrow —

When I am gone, don't think of me as dead,

Remember me with happiness, not sorrow …

But we shall talk again …

Good night, good night!