And yet, there was a hunger in your eyes, Once, when you turned upon me suddenly; And suddenly you turned away from me, Once, when, evoking other memories, I said, "You hate me: answer: do you not Hate me?" and in your silence then I heard The ruined echo of another word, Love, Love, that wailed and would not be forgot. And once you laughed, that laugh I understand, Sadder than tears, a broken little laugh, As if a sob had shivered it in half. And once, when, pausing, I had laid my hand Upon your hand my hand could always thrill, The fingers stirred: ah! they remember still. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INDIFFERENCE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY MON REPOS (MY MOTHER'S GIRLHOOD HOME) by ALFRED BARRETT THE THRESHER TO THE WINDS by JOACHIM DU BELLAY THE STEALING OF THE MARE; AN ARABIC EPIC OF THE TENTH CENTURY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |