Impersonally I recognize the truth: That you are sister to futility And I the brother of a dream. For me There is no cowardly retreat to Youth, Forgetting you in flip romancing. This The burden I must carry: that my grief Will find rebirth in every Spring's first leaf, The earth reechoing a hallowed kiss. My feelings are the poet's commonplace. I hurled my heart against a foreign wall: I lost. O, there is nothing left at all But memory of your hands, your words, your face. How shall I feel, say, twenty months from now? ...The fallen leaf remembers Autumn's bough! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BURNING DAWN by HAYDEN CARRUTH THEY ACCUSE ME OF NOT TALKING by HAYDEN CARRUTH WOODSMOKE AT 70 by HAYDEN CARRUTH IMAGINARY ANCESTORS: THE GIRAFFE WOMAN OF BURMA by MADELINE DEFREES HONEY DRIPPER by CLARENCE MAJOR THE AWAKENING RIVER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JOSEPH DIXON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: PENNIWIT, THE ARTIST by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |