XLV 'you' (into winter)

in winter  
all worlds are  
born to die (in you)  
vacant it seems we are  
born to live by love (it's true)  
"unmoving we pass walking deaths  
in idle breaths  seldom seen by few"  
(behind a dirtied pane you sit)  beneath  
some loveless halo of doom and hurry (worry)  
as black leaves on a tree of life are (hiding)  
all my selves in your minds grasp are (abiding)  
I shall see you there (falling, recalling)  
I shall grieve for the one heart that  
died inside mine.   what heart  
you say     mine  
what is that you carry  
(on and on) into  
winter  
 
 .....  
 
#eecummings