I pack my suitcase
– your last kiss,
some drops of water from the Karoon,
some droplets from the River Limmat,
some lines by Saadi and by Rumi,
some flashes from a lightning
that has not yet struck,
some flecks of dust from the pulverized corpses
whose blindfolds have not yet decayed –
The tall lady in black
is waiting for me at the door.
Halfway I remember:
Hold on, I must go back,
I left my ticket
in the drawer of the table.
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The beautiful emotional content of this alluring, moving the way the mind moves, with the pace and symbols of memory, with the feeling of dream, with the clear mind of wakeful focus. The beginning with the "last kiss" gives an immediate tender wistfulness. The ending with details of suitcase and drawer is brilliant. Both are containers, both can be closed and opened, one for travel, one for living inside a home, and both are places where things treasured can be stored and hidden, forgotten and remembered. The drops, droplets, specks and flashes, and the mention of specific regions and riversall ad a dramatic power. The dramatic " lady in black" who is waiting is an amazing image, and true to life, and yet mysterious, and can bring up different interpretations, according to one's experience. The line " flecks of dust from the pulverized corpses whose blindfolds have not yet decayed" is incredible. This poem has amazing balance and strength. It is unforgettable.
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