You wrote your Yiddish signature in rain. br I could not match it in a thousand years. br Old words are classic to my memory. br Because of you, my feet have wings this day. br br Gray music paints a picture of rare worth, br A Slavic image of an April mood, br Breaching the barrier of your last breath, br I should not wonder, Friend, you said it would. br br 'For a poet who was born in April and died in April'.