I Am in Babylon Dying

The bell pursues me. It is time to die.

It is the hour when no man works. I feel

My time fill up with leaves like a dry well

With many autumns over it, leaves that I

Leave to sigh in the ears of my children. My enemy

Asks for a song, but I sing not. Let the willow

Tell how many sons of them my sons will kill

Before they forget Jerusalem. I cry

Not though the bell pursues and the willow hangs over.

This is vile captive food these my tears.

Iam in Babylon dying. In the leaves that cover

The silent women by the river my fear

And hate hang like a harp which the wind will ply.