Classic Poem

Where shall we go?
Where shall we go
who are in love?

Juliet went
to Friar Laurence's cell,
but we have no rest.

Rain water lies
on the hard-packed ground,
reflecting
the morning sky,

But where shall we go?
We cannot resolve ourselves
into a dew

Or sink into the earth.
Shall we postpone it
to Eternity?

The dry heads
of the goldenrod,
turned to stiff ghosts,

Jerk at their dead
stalks, signalling hieroglyphs
of grave warning.

Where shall we go?
The movement of benediction
does not turn back
the cold wind.