You would not take my hand. The dawn glow <br />Made the world alter. <br />At that moment your brother called to you. <br />For a second you faltered. <br /> <br />You ran to him and came back. He was dead. <br />Fate, for the clouds, shone golden. <br />'Now I belong only to you,' you said. <br />Your voice broke and rolled on. <br /> <br />Without a glance at you, I asked: 'Did he know?' <br />'Yes,' you replied. <br />Outside, giving thoughts distance, aslant, aflow, <br />The bird, as always, glided.<br /><br />Boleslaw Lesmian<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/brother-59/
