Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, WHITE REQUIEM, by S. BERT COOKSLEY



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WHITE REQUIEM, by            
First Line: Beauty has not spent herself. She is young
Last Line: Always: it is I who have become old!
Subject(s): Aging; Beauty


Beauty has not spent herself. She is young
Always, riotous and filled with laughter.
She is still dancing with the flowers hung
To her girdle, Youth following after,
Rife with his music. It is the same
Always: It is I who have become lame.

The cricket is talking under his wheat,
And the sparrow sings out from her green door,
And the moon and meadow and quince tree meet
Secretly, eagerly as long before.
Spring's patch-quilt of magic is on the wind
Always: It is I who have become blind.

Year after year, the stars color the sky,
And the hills color the earth, and Beauty goes
Fair as the newest April passing by.
Year after year, the summers blow the rose
And the day is a vault of green and gold
Always: It is I who have become old!





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