*Separation*
You turned so serious when the corpse was carried past us;
Are you afraid of death? “Oh, not of that!”
Of what are you afraid? “Of dying.”
I not even of that. “Then you’re afraid of nothing?”
Alas, I am afraid, afraid… “Heavens, of what?”
Of parting from my friends.
And not mine only, of their parting, too.
That’s why I turned more serious even than you did,
deeper in the soul,when the corpse was carried past
us.