MY grief comes back after an interval Of years. How strong it seems! Is my defeat Assured and final still? Shall I repeat My failure? Am I ever sorrow's thrall? Sometimes old griefs can loom again so tall We are afraid of kindness, and the sweet New truth of love we cannot bear to meet; -- Our past would seem to hold us after all. We know men go in circles when they're lost: My grief must prove that I have gone astray. I cross again the very path I crossed Before! I stand abreast of the old pain: I am not changed. I am as yesterday, And feel the weight of my old sorrow's chain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOT OUR GOOD LUCK by ROBINSON JEFFERS GOSSAMER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: THE GOVERNOR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TWO PROMENADES SENTIMENTALES: 1. RAIN by EDITH SITWELL NO EXEMPTION FOR TOURISTS by KAREN SWENSON THE OLD MEN by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS |