On Reading Pasternak

Here are two versions of a poem I wrote long ago.  I keep going back to old pieces and reworking them.

This is the original finished version.

His words reach out
        across the eons of minds.
Seizing my heart
	pulling me into his times.
I see the room,
	the chaos of of The Parting
I weep the tears
and feel my life departing.
I know the pain,
	the empty meaning it brings.
And fill the time
       with void and mundane things.

This revision was done many years later.

Pasternak speaks
	Words, coming across eons of minds
	Draw me into his being
	I am part of The Parting
		See the room
		Weep his tears
		Feel life end
	And do the mundane things
	Knowing their void
	And am no more myself.

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