Should I grieve with much grieving, Desolately alarmed Because you go, leaving Mirage, cool-throated, cold-armed? Waste the strength of my teeth on stone, taste stone; Moan implacably, moan Now that you go, leaving me emptied, dried out and bleached to the bone? Will not your young hair flow With the same slow stress? And someone else's nostrils know The sharp smell of your sombre nakedness? The pointed larkspur glitter of your eyes drive delicate blue Radiantly through and through Other bleak veins? . . . Yes, leave me! . . . The brute and the blind have need of you -- you! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD BRIDGE AT FLORENCE; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ON THE MORNING OF CHRIST'S NATIVITY by JOHN MILTON THE LAMENTATION OF DANAE by SIMONIDES OF CEOS WATER WOMAN by JOSEPH AUSLANDER ON READING OF THE DEATH OF THOMAS WOLFE by MARION LOUISE BLISS SONNET REVERSED by RUPERT BROOKE SONNET ON MOOR PARK: WRITTEN AT PARIS, MAY 10, 1825 by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES |