The gate to the graves


“We do not play on graves
because there isn’t room.
Besides it isn’t even.
It slants and people come
and put a flower on it
and hang their faces so.
We’re fearing that their hearts
will drop and crush our pretty play.
And so we move as far as enemies away,
just looking round to see
how far it is occasionally.”

(E. Dickinson no title)
Flémalle (B)

The withered grave

"And if there the grave and eternal rest await us,
Withered flowers and desires grown silent,
I see above me the radiance of Spring –
Today I live, and today is mine!"

(Glafira Adol'fovna Galina in Жить! будем жить! [Live! We shall live!])
Huy (B)

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