I've a pocketful of emptiness for you, my Dear. I've a heart like a loaf was baked yesteryear, I've a mind like ashes spilt a week ago, I've a hand like a rusty, cracked corkscrew. Can you flourish on nothing and find it good? Can you make petrifaction do for food? Can you warm yourself at ashes on a stone? Can you give my hand the cunning which has gone? If you can, I will go and lay me down And kiss the edge of your purple gown. I will rise and walk with the sun on my head. Will you walk with me, will you follow the dead? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON PLOUGHING by EVELYN D. BANGAY PSALMS 71. PRAYER AND SONG OF THE AGED CHRISTIAN by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE FIRST MUSICIAN'S SONG, FR. LAODICE AND DANAE by GORDON BOTTOMLEY MAD WIND by CATHERINE BRADSHAW BURIAL AT SEA by JESSIE GODDARD BROMAN |