I REMEMBER once I ran after you and tagged the fluttering shirt of you in the wind. Once many days ago I drank a glassful of something and the picture of you shivered and slid on top of the stuff. And again it was nobody else but you I heard in the singing voice of a careless humming woman. One night when I sat with chums telling stories at a bonfire flickering red embers, in a language its own talking to a spread of white stars: It was you that slunk laughing in the clumsy staggering shadows. Broken answers of remembrance let me know you are alive with a peering phantom face behind a doorway somewhere in the city's push and fury Or under a pack of moss and leaves waiting in silence under a twist of oaken arms ready as ever to run away again when I tag the fluttering shirt of you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHE CAME AND WENT by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL IRELAND; A SEASIDE PORTRAIT by JOHN JAMES PIATT A BALLADE OF LAWN TENNIS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS ARMSTRONG'S GOOD NIGHT by THOMAS ARMSTRONG NIGHTINGALE AND CUCKOO by ALFRED AUSTIN IN MEMORY OF MY DEAR GRANDCHILD ELIZABETH .. WHO DECEASED 1665 by ANNE BRADSTREET TO A LADY WHO HAD LOST A RELATIVE by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |