I've a pocketful of emptiness for you, my Dear. I've a heart like a loaf was baked yesteryear, I've a mind like ashes spilt a week ago, I've a hand like a rusty, cracked corkscrew. Can you flourish on nothing and find it good? Can you make petrifaction do for food? Can you warm yourself at ashes on a stone? Can you give my hand the cunning which has gone? If you can, I will go and lay me down And kiss the edge of your purple gown. I will rise and walk with the sun on my head. Will you walk with me, will you follow the dead? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE LEAVES by HAYDEN CARRUTH CURTAIN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A GUY I KNOW ON 47TH AND COTTAGE by CLARENCE MAJOR CAMOMILE TEA by KATHERINE MANSFIELD MERLIN by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |