The Lilacs Where the lilacs grew they formed a wall I knew must mean more than that That was how lilacs liked to grow. I could easily have walked around it But to be able to say truly that I had reached the other side I had to crawl through the wall And be at once scratched by branches And perfumed by blossoms As if by a mother who holds you Even as she scolds you. In life, too, years appear that appear Impenetrable but that you Somehow make it through, Bleeding, yes, but by lilacs blessed.
The Lilacs
The Lilacs
The Lilacs
The Lilacs Where the lilacs grew they formed a wall I knew must mean more than that That was how lilacs liked to grow. I could easily have walked around it But to be able to say truly that I had reached the other side I had to crawl through the wall And be at once scratched by branches And perfumed by blossoms As if by a mother who holds you Even as she scolds you. In life, too, years appear that appear Impenetrable but that you Somehow make it through, Bleeding, yes, but by lilacs blessed.