Inspired by Heinrich Heine’s poem of the same name
In the wondrous month of May, Two hearts bleed out on the lawn Thawing the rime from their arteries Still stiff from winters gone. Now they’ve learned the truth Of the truths they’d never say: This proclamation of theirs Is simpler in foreign tongue — The lexicon of dreams exists beyond their words And worlds they’ve so tightly strung To the branches of their finite minds. One's heart is not a carnation; Frigidity taints, not resurrects. Thawing the rime, they sprout pools of ink Till they sink into bouts of hesitation Still Only the brittle scaffolding of dreams remain In this wondrous month of May.
Kailyn Williams is a junior at MBS