Why should I not forget you Here, under the sod? There are roots and rain to listen to, And the blind mole's plod, For as long as I can listen, Ere I be a clod. (I haven't heard anything yet, Or seen anything of God.) Why must I still remember? A leaf falls from a limb, That I know, for to dead things My sense does not dim. I wish God's pity would tell me As plain if love's but a whim. (But I haven't heard anything yet, Or seen anything of Him.) I have but lain and waited, Unwilling to forget; Hoping to hear your heart beating With a vain regret. But the only breath that beats here Is the rain's, sad and wet. (And if there's any Hereafter I have not learned, yet.) | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EVENING IN A SUGAR ORCHARD by ROBERT FROST QUESTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MONADNOCK IN EARLY SPRING by AMY LOWELL NOTHING WILL CURE THE SICK LION BUT TO EAT AN APE' by MARIANNE MOORE GENEVIEVE AND ALEXANDRA (2) by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |