Poems Page 14


No use to lament
You cannot pierce the wall
A finger’s width, a shout,
Whisper, love’s recall

Or love’s exultant force
That cannot move the dead,
For time is not reversed
Death is not unbled

Life must not be present
Lover must remain,
Anima be absent
And love will have no claim

This artifact you hold
A manikin still warm –
Swiftly growing cold
Impervious to harm

But you must suffer still
What hopelessness may bring,
Though love may not be killed
By any earthly thing

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