You need no other death than this Slow death that wears your heart away; It is enough, the death that is Your every night, your every day. It is enough, the sun that slants Across your breast, heavy as steel, Leaving the rust of radiance To shape a wound that will not heal. Enough, the crystal at your lips, Wasting you even as it lies -- Vibrant there before it slips Away, torn from your mouth like cries. There will be now, as fumes from wood, A passing, yet no new death's care. You will know only the frustrate mood Of breath tarnished to color of air. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PAST IS THE PRESENT (2) by MARIANNE MOORE THE EARLY MORNING by HILAIRE BELLOC THE HEATHEN PASS-EE by ARTHUR CLEMENT HILTON PORTRAIT SONNETS: 3 by HENRY BELLAMANN FALSE LOVE AND TRUE LOGIC by SAMUEL LAMAN BLANCHARD THE VOICE FROM GALILEE by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR |