I approach the augur

He calmly observes:


the juvenile and ruminative bearing

–  blossoms of ancient oak alike –


“light Spring in the West

foreshadowing monsoons in the East;

a cloudburst precedes the season of fecundity;

from the easiness of her manner water will overflow

and conceive;


be willing to read in the ironies of time

both the fatal and the prolific


Death is a brotherhood.”



My attempt for:


although I’m aware that the irony in this piece isn’t very clear