Anne Porter finds dread certainty in an uncertain world. This is the last stanza.
Four Poems In One
We know little
We can tell less
But one thing I know
One thing I can tell
I will see you again in Jerusalem
Which is of such beauty
No matter what country you come from
You will be more at home there
Than ever with father or mother
Than even with lover or friend
And once we’re within her borders
Death will hunt us in vain.
by Anne Porter, from An Altogether Different Language, 1994