Which of us uttered it? And why? -- This little word that will not die. Nothing has changed. No need to restore That which is as it was before. Now as ever your longings lean To mine across the space between. We talk and laugh; our intimate chat Flutters mothlike from this to that. As you were before, you are to me And I to you. Yet suddenly The simple gesture, smile and glance Assume a sly significance, And both of us know that into the room, Like dank seamist, like breath from a tomb, Has slithered the little ghost of a word One of us uttered, and one of us heard. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AUGUST MOONRISE by SARA TEASDALE THE DARKLING THRUSH by THOMAS HARDY HE FELL AMONG THIEVES by HENRY JOHN NEWBOLT IN THE FOREST by ELINOR PETERSON ALLEN OCTOBER by MARIE DAVIES WARREN BECKNER TO VENETIAN ARTISTS by WILLIAM BLAKE NATURE DISPLAYED by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |