Jeanne`s Translation
by 
Dele Campbell
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Posted: Tuesday, August 1, 2006 Word Count: 46 Summary: In this moment Jeanne died at home in Holland a few years ago, and her partner, her elder brother, her two teenage daughters and I all huddled weeping in a hug while waiting for the doctor to come and certify her body. |
Escaping sudden sickroom sobs
I notice through the pane
A perfect day of bluster
while they cry in vain
Spring gusts thrash the gilded trees
Someone's having fun
Someone’s racing scudding clouds
in the April sun
You must think you're flying
A perfect day for dying.
I notice through the pane
A perfect day of bluster
while they cry in vain
Spring gusts thrash the gilded trees
Someone's having fun
Someone’s racing scudding clouds
in the April sun
You must think you're flying
A perfect day for dying.