Classic Poem

Pink and white apple blossoms suddenly appearing
Making April lovely after a late Spring,
Constellating the air of morning with their beauty,
Crowding and populating empty invisible spaces
Long before the leaf, their coverlet of green:
Clarions of the world's unborn beautiful faces,
Reminders of the exquisite loveliness that has been.

Perfect beautiful momentary blossoms,
I who am momentary cannot long endure
The tension of your beauty, the knowledge that embraces
Beauty yet to come, Beauty gone before;
The uninterruptible implacable procession
Of Beauty moving onwards from the Fountain to the Bourne.
Therefore I take comfort and walk for a few paces:
So I go where Beauty goes, I care not to return.