The Sentence
The word dropped like a stone
on my still living breast,
Confess: I was prepared,
am somehow ready for the test.
So much to do today:
kill memory, kill pain,
turn heart into a stone,
and yet prepare to live again.
Not quite. Hot summer's feast
brings rumors of carouse.
How long have I forseen
this brilliant day, this empty house?
Summer, 1939
Translatedby Stanley Kunitz & Max Hayward
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