Melancoly Laura by Edvard Munch (1899)
a winter song is springing
to my alerted ears
the soft roar of rain
that replenishes my tears
soaks open my heart
and takes in the winter songs
of dead and the dying poets
i wash and dress their bodies
gather the last autumn roses
then lay them on a boatfor the long journey home
standing on the shore as rain
falls down upon my head
i hope someone will care for me
as i have cared for them
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