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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE EYES OF MY REGRET, by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: Always at dusk, the same tearless experience
Last Line: - the eyes of my regret.
First Line: Always at dusk, the same tearless experience
Last Line: - the eyes of my regret.
Always at dusk, the same tearless experience,
The same dragging of feet up the same well-worn path
To the same well-worn rock;
The same crimson or gold dropping away of the sun,
The same tints - rose, saffron, violet, lavender, grey,
Meeting, mingling, mixing mistily;
Before me the same blue black cedar rising jaggedly to a point;
Over it, the same slow unlidding of twin stars,
Two eyes unfathomable, soul-searing,
Watching, watching - watching me;
The same two eyes that draw me forth, against my will dusk after dusk;
The same two eyes that keep me sitting late into the night, chin on
knees,
Keep me there lonely, rigid, tearless, numbly miserable,
- The eyes of my Regret.
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