Last night I dreamt I went home and saw my wife at her loom she stopped the shuttle as if in thought then raised it as if without strength I called and she turned to look she looked but didn't know me I guess we'd been apart too many years and my temples weren't their old color | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HIGHWAY DEATH TOLL by KAREN SWENSON THE ROSE AND THE BEE by SARA TEASDALE THE HUMAN ABSTRACT, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE POOR POLL by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE SURRENDER AT APPOMATTOX [APRIL 9, 1865] by HERMAN MELVILLE HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 6. YEUX GLAUQUES by EZRA POUND |