Letter from the Foreign Grave Dear mother This is a gesture of memory from your son, Who lives seven hundred seas away. I know how sad you must be without me. But I ’ m fine here in this valley of shadows, free From all mundane avarice (greed/extreme desire for wealth) , misery, and tears, Resting now at peace forever and a day. The flesh that once was sleek and sound Has given way to dust, and now only we, the bones, Remain to discuss upon my ruined destiny. I do clearly remember that dawn when the unsung song Of sadness hung in the air, and I had to bid farewell To you all; the shadows had crowded over the dales (a valley) And ravines (canyon/gorge) like impatient ghosts; my dog Pangrey Whimpered on and on wagging its tail nervously As though it had known fully well that this departure Would never bring its master back again. And with your eyes welling up with tears pressing your lips against My abir-daubed (crimson-coloured powder) br...
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