“I who
have died am alive again today, and this is the sun’s birthday; this is the
birth day of life and love and wings: and of the gay great happening
illimitably earth.”
If
in that Syrian garden, ages slain,
You sleep, and know not you are dead in vain,
Nor even in dreams behold how dark and bright
Ascends in smoke and fire by day and night
The hate you died to quench and could but fan,
Sleep well and see no morning, son of man.
But
if, the grave rent and the stone rolled by,
At the right hand of majesty on high
You sit, and sitting so remember yet
Your tears, your agony and bloody sweat,
Your cross and passion and the life you gave,
Bow hither out of Heaven and see and save.
A.E. Housman
Art: Julia Stankova, Bulgaria,
2014
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