To Herbert, from Volterra Congedo. A last look and clasping of hands. <br />Many then are the ways to darkness: on foot, <br />On horseback, by chariot, carriage, or boat. <br />With music sometimes, sometimes a quiet cortege, <br />Lasa, the winged, as guide or the bearded god, <br />Hammer in hand. Short, we think, were your days, <br />A lease claimed from anguish. Now you go <br />Unto other soil, no longer teaching any man <br />To bear his allotted part.<br /><br />Alfred Behrmann<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/parting-9/
