Shall I who wore burnt orange lie in white Where peonies and calla lilies bloom, I who danced madly thro this silent room Wearing your violets -- that April night? Shall I who loved each golden ray of light Behold at dawning only twilight gloom? (I fancy I shall sing within my tomb, When I have laid these trappings out of sight.) But these three days -- how can I endure the stare Of those who honor none, me least of all? Unless, dear love, you bring our favorite chair And carry in the daisies from the hall; "He loves me -- loves me not -- " you understand. Let all the petals fall upon my hand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING AS MEMORY by HAYDEN CARRUTH LETTER TO MAXINE SULLIVAN by HAYDEN CARRUTH SHADOW-CASTING by JAMES GALVIN SPECIAL EFFECTS by JAMES GALVIN THEY HAVEN'T HEARD THE WEST IS OVER by JAMES GALVIN THE BLACK MAMMY by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON LINES ON CARMEN SYLVA by EMMA LAZARUS |