I look in my heart as into a mirror That once reflected what will not return; The mirror is empty, I cannot bring back again The lost faces, but I discern Dimly my own eyes and the unsatisfied Dark fires with which they burn. Of the great moments, colored like jewels, Burning and beating with triumph or pain, Only these songs, as useless as ashes, Only this handful of songs remain -- My heart is left like an empty mirror, Or the ash of a fire put out by rain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SECRET by KATHERINE MANSFIELD COMPANIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON POSTHUMOUS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE POET SPEAKS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE QUARREL by KATHERINE MANSFIELD DRAW THE SWORD, O REPUBLIC by EDGAR LEE MASTERS IN 'DESIGNING A CLOAK TO CLOAK HIS DESIGNS' YOU WRESTED FROM OBLIVION by MARIANNE MOORE |