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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE CALENDAR, by RUPERT HUGHES
First Line: In those delicious days we spent together
Last Line: It clings a month to every daily page.
Subject(s): Absence; Time; Separation; Isolation
First Line: In those delicious days we spent together
Last Line: It clings a month to every daily page.
Subject(s): Absence; Time; Separation; Isolation
In those delicious days we spent together
The hurried calendar would shed its leaves
Like apple blossoms which a windy weather
Of every petal every stem bereaves.
Now we're apart, and letters to and fro
Rather rekindle longing than assuage --
As thistles grip their spears through storm and snow,
It clings a month to every daily page.
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