RECONCILIATION - mvt 15 - REQUIEM FOR PEACE

Reconciliation

Word over all, beautiful as the sky, 

Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage 

must in time be utterly lost, 

That the hands of the sisters, Death and Night 
 
incessantly softly wash again, 

and ever again, this soiled world; 

For my enemy is dead, a man divine as myself is dead, 

I look where he lies white-faced and still in the coffin

I draw near, bend down 

and touch lightly with my lips 

the white face in the coffin

Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892)