B.C. To V.S. 

B.C. To V.S. 

Wait for me, and I’ll be back

Just truly wait,

Wait, when melancholy falls

Like a yellow rain, 

Wait, while the snows whirl,

Wait, when it is very hot

Wait, while others do not,

Forgetting yesterday.

Wait, when, from far away

Letters do not come

Wait when others tire

Those, who wait not alone.

Wait for me and I’ll be back

Don’t wish them well

Those who know by rote,

That it is time to forget

Let my son and mother believe

That I am no longer

Let friends who tire of waiting

Sit by the fire

And drink bitter wine

In a prayer for my soul ...

Wait. Don’t rush 

To join in their toast.

Wait for me and I’ll be back

Beating death again

Those who didn’t wait, let them say

“What a lucky man.”

He who didn’t wait, won’t know

How amidst the fire

Your waiting 

Saved me.

How I lived, we will know

Just you and I

You simply waited

Like no other.

1941.