On Reading Pasternak

Here are two versions of a poem I wrote long ago.  I keep going back to old pieces and reworking them.

This is the original finished version.

His words reach out

across the eons of minds.

Seizing my heart

pulling me into his times.

I see the room,

the chaos of The Parting

I weep the tears

and feel my life departing.

I know the pain,

the empty meaning it brings.

And fill the time

with void and mundane things.

This  revision was done many years later.

Pasternak speaks

Words, coming across eons of minds

Draw me into his being

I am part of  The Parting

See the room

Weep his tears

Feel life end

And do the mundane things

Knowing their void

And am no more myself.