We present this work in honor of the 480th anniversary of the poet’s death.
I am like one who in a desert bides
Forgotten by the world and its concerns,
By chance encounter suddenly who learns
A dear friend lives, whom he supposed had died.
He fears at first this doubtful apparition,
But finding it then reliable and assured,
Commences to recall his past condition
By newly awakened sentiments allured
But when it’s time for friend and friend to part
Since to be parted soon he must consent
He finds old solitude stamped with new indent.
To mountain grass he must then reconcile,
And barren wastes which lack a trace of art,
Trembling each time he enters his cave the while.