Spring on the jailoo
14 May 2006
The snow went off the pass on Tuesday,
the horses knew it before the radio.
My grandson laughs: grandfather, the radio is faster.
I say: the radio has never smelled the grass.
the horses knew it before the radio.
My grandson laughs: grandfather, the radio is faster.
I say: the radio has never smelled the grass.
Written in May 1979 at the summer pasture above the valley. The grandson in the poem is now a grandfather himself, may God keep him.