You need no other death than this Slow death that wears your heart away; It is enough, the death that is Your every night, your every day. It is enough, the sun that slants Across your breast, heavy as steel, Leaving the rust of radiance To shape a wound that will not heal. Enough, the crystal at your lips, Wasting you even as it lies -- Vibrant there before it slips Away, torn from your mouth like cries. There will be now, as fumes from wood, A passing, yet no new death's care. You will know only the frustrate mood Of breath tarnished to color of air. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CRY OF THE CHILDREN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SONNET: FOR INSPIRATION by MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI ANTONIO by LAURA ELIZABETH HOWE RICHARDS THE YOUTH WITH RED-GOLD HAIR by EDITH SITWELL THE LITTLE CROSS by EDITH AGNEW HIS GLORY TELL by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR |