Our quarrel seemed a giant thing, It made the room feel mean and small, The books, the lamp, the furniture, The very pictures on the wall -- Crowded upon us as we sat Pale and terrified, face to face. "Why do you stay?" she said, "my room Can never be your resting place." "Katinka, ere we part for life, I pray you walk once more with me." So down the dark, familiar road We paced together, silently. The sky -- it seemed on fire with stars! I said: -- "Katinka dear, look up!" Like thirsty children, both of us Drank from the giant loving cup. "Who were those dolls?" Katinka said "What were their stupid, vague alarms?" And suddenly we turned and laughed And rushed into each other's arms. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...1914: 5. THE SOLDIER by RUPERT BROOKE ODE ON THE PLEASURE ARISING FROM VICISSITUDE by THOMAS GRAY A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 35 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN BEREAVED by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY THE LAST SUPPER by RAINER MARIA RILKE BALLADE OF THE FOREST HAUNTERS by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE |