In March birds couple, a new birth
Of herbs and flowers breaks through the earth,
But in the grave non stirs his head;
Long is th’impris’ment of the dead.
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In March birds couple, a new birth
Of herbs and flowers breaks through the earth,
But in the grave non stirs his head;
Long is th’impris’ment of the dead.
“…and she looks out the window and she sees him walk down the little road in the yellow-white cap he has just started wearing and she thinks that cap is horrible…”
Jon Fosse | Aliss at the Fire