XXIX

Little by little we forget
And our dances
End, and our songs,
Out of the ancient earth
And sky of the plains
Of Sharon. Because fear creeps into
The beat of our dance,
Fear of wild bears around us.

The circle turns, there is no stopping.
The sun comes out, the sun sets
And there is never anything new
Under its light.
Read
Ecclesiastes
And everything will seem
Easy to understand:
He who wants to deceive himself
Is free to deceive himself.
Now we say “later,”
And later we’ll say “tomorrow,”
But we never go astray forever
All in one night.
Men are all different, different,
Thoughts are all different,
We go on living the dream
Of a unique love
And death is quick
To ripen us, death is quick.