Often I have this strange and penetrating dream Of an unknown woman I love and who loves me, And each time she is neither quite the same Nor quite another, but she loves and understands. For she does understand, and my heart, lucid Alas, only for her, is a problem no longer, But only for her, and the fever of my pale brow Only by her can be cooled, as she weeps. Is she dark, fair, or red-haired? I know not. Her name? I remember it is sweet and singing Like those of loved ones whom Life has banished. Her gaze is like the gaze of statues, And her voice, distant, calm, and low, Has the inflection of dear voices that are stilled. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOUNTAIN VALLEY by MALCOLM COWLEY AFTER WRITING A POEM by DAVID IGNATOW PRIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LINES ON CARMEN SYLVA by EMMA LAZARUS THE LAMP OF LIFE by AMY LOWELL DOMESDAY BOOK: DR. BURKE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |