This man knew out the secret ways of love, No man could paint such things who did not know. And now she's gone, who was his Cyprian, And you are here, who are "The Isles" to me. And here's the thing that lasts the whole thing out: The eyes of this dead lady speak to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A DEAD LOVER by LOUISE BOGAN FOR OUR BETTER GRACES by JAMES GALVIN THE LAST MAN'S CLUB by JAMES GALVIN SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: SHACK DYE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DILIGENCE IS TO MAGIC AS PROGRESS IS TO FLIGHT by MARIANNE MOORE |