Still You Must Sing
The day will come
when you will be lifted
out of the centre
into the margin
and the world which had
warmed to you
will remember you no more.
Thus will begin
your immense loneliness.
You will talk only to yourself,
you will write poems for no one,
you will sing on empty branches.
Still, you must sing,
on the empty branches –
there is still the sky.