I SEE you sitting apart from me, unmoved. The sternness of your face is apparent to me. Almost as if it were not reality, Grotesquely, in my mind I play with a thought— That those are the lips whose curves I have come to know; That those are the eyes whose regard Held mine, unwavering— Whose look, grown terrible now, and hard, Could make my senses sing Under the strength of its powerful gentleness As under a light caress... And again, as I look at you, the world slips from me Till I know in the end there is nothing left but this: The yet unchanging sureness of our love Running in many forms, like light over water, Eluding the grasp of our will. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TRANSLUCENT FINGERS by MALCOLM COWLEY THE WAR THAT ISN'T WHAT YOU THINK by JAMES GALVIN THE DESIRE OF NATIONS by EDWIN MARKHAM SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JOSEPH DIXON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |