grandmother poem

we who stood
sun stepped down from his golden throne
there is a country full of wine
look out upon the stars, my love
i wonder where you live
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
little park that i pass through
i am in love with high far-seeing places
as a white candle
do you hear the rain?
lived by the river-side
when, full of warm and eager love
gone are the three, those sisters rare
birds against the april wind