WHEN I told you I was an Eta I saw you start. Though you are kind, I know you cannot forget. Your kindness hurts. I see always the bridge by which I told you. In its shadow you hid your face, So that I might not see you start. Or so you thought. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING by HAYDEN CARRUTH DESPAIR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |