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...VARIATIONS: 18 by CONRAD AIKEN CHAMBER MUSIC: 7 by JAMES JOYCE EVENING SONG OF THE THOUGHTFUL CHILD by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE GOLDEN CORPSE by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET OMNIPRESENCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WITH CHAOS IN EACH KISS by TIMOTHY LIU SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALONZO CHURCHILL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |