They do not care about each other, these two, They never did; But they were girls together, years ago. -- @3Years! Years! How many, my dear!@1 -- They look at each other with the furtive appraising eye Of women noticing the changes, Pretending not to. . . . And suddenly they cling, sobbing a little; They kiss. But not each other! The one is holding to her heart a girl's mad dream, Forgotten, And the dream's end, Forgotten, too. And the other reaches wistful lips toward a far feast, And seems to taste the crumbs that fell from that shining table, Where, Careless, singing, She hardly touched the food. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PENDULUM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE GIFT TO SING by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE DOLL BELIEVERS by CLARENCE MAJOR THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER by JOHN CROWE RANSOM THE REVEALER by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |