Safe in their alabaster chambers
"Safe in their alabaster chambers" is a short poem that looks into a tomb where the faithful sleep, shut away from morning and noon. Above them, the breeze plays, the bee hums and the birds sing, but none of it reaches the sleepers. Centuries pass, empires fall, doges surrender and stars wheel overhead, all soundless as snowflakes. The poem sets quiet stone against restless time, and its closing lines carry a sharp, bittersweet ache.
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