Monday, April 22, 2013

You Make No Answer

You Make No Answer

You Make No Answer

You make no answer. You have stolen away Deliberately in that twilight sorrow Where the dark flame that is your being shines So well. Mysterious and deeply tender In your motion you have softly left me, And the little path along the house is still. And I, a child forsaken of its mother, I, a pilgrim...

Poems

Max Eastman

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