SINCE ending must be, this was how to end, by pitiless, sudden strangling of our pleasure. And so it was done — this knowledge is my friend, hiding the ghosts in empty rooms of leisure that shone with her. ... I shall not know with her the disenchanted day, nor feel nor face a rapture cooled and turned philanderer, wonder that is weary and has run its race. Add that the time has left no dingy shame, no slick derision, crookedly self-defending. Add that to think of it is not to blame her who gave forthright, made a surgeon's ending. Add this and all the comforts there may be; what comfort is there since she went from me? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOHNNY SPAIN'S WHITE HEIFER by HAYDEN CARRUTH A DREAM OF JULIUS CAESAR by ROBERT FROST WHAT THING A BIRD WOULD LOVE by ROBERT FROST DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 3. TEESTAY by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON MOTHER JUNKIE by CLARENCE MAJOR |