I DID not say, "Yes, we had better part Since love is over or must be suppressed." I did not say, "I'll hold you in my heart Saint-like, and in the thought of your thought rest, And pray for you and wish you happiness In a better love than mine." I was another man to another woman, Tears falling or burnt dry were nothing then. I struck your heart, I struck your mind; inhuman, Future and past I stabbed and stabbed again, Cursing the very thought of your happiness In another love than mine: —Then left you sick to death, and I like death. It was a broken body bore me away— A broken mind—poisoned by my own breath, And love self-poisoned. ... Was it but yesterday? —Forgive, forgive, forgive, forgive, forgive, Forgive! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAWYERS KNOW TOO MUCH by CARL SANDBURG TREKKING THE HILLS OF NORTHERN THAILAND by KAREN SWENSON THE CRYSTAL GAZER by SARA TEASDALE THE FLESH AND THE SPIRIT by ANNE BRADSTREET ON THIS DAY I COMPLETE MY THIRTY-SIXTH YEAR by GEORGE GORDON BYRON MARTHY VIRGINIA'S HAND [SEPTEMBER 17, 1862] by GEORGE PARSONS LATHROP |