" I am still here, while the day goes up and down.
Spare as the moon up there I walk to town.
The barns are gone, the woods, the yellow deer,
The roaring church is gone, but I am here.

" Today the sun was walking in the rain,
As if the rain were words; I am the same;
I went along through ploughing and despair,
And now I go through weeds and deadened air.

" I am still here, while the day goes up and down.
Spare as the moon up there I walk to town.
My son is gone, the flooding of the year
With wheat and hope is gone, but I am here."

Teks: puisi Sarah Ruden
Pics: sofwan{kalipaksi}