I meet you with a knife in your hand and here am I holding a gun. We listen to the gun go off and the knife ping into the skin. Good-bye, but hello. We are back in the cosmos together, circling the sun and waiting to be born again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VANISHING RED by ROBERT FROST YOUR HANDS by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE RIDDLE: SEWING NEEDLE AND THREAD by MOTHER GOOSE TO GOD AND IRELAND TRUE by ELLEN O'LEARY REUBEN BRIGHT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON MINNIE AND WINNIE by ALFRED TENNYSON A BLACKBIRD SUDDENLY by JOSEPH AUSLANDER THE IRISH MOTHER IN THE PENAL DAYS by JOHN BANIM SONGS OF NIGHT TO MORNING: 2. AND YET by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |