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 موضوع: Again his voice is at the door  الإثنين ديسمبر 06, 2010 3:32 pm |
| A wonderful poem
for
Emily Dickinson
Again his voice is at the door
Again his voice is at the door,
i feel the old degree
i hear him ask the servant
for such an one as me
I take a flower as i go
my face to justify
he never saw me in this life
i might surprise his eye
i cross the hall with mingled steps
i selent pass the door
i look on all this world contains
just his face - nothing more
we talk in venutre and in toss
a kind of plummet strain
each sounding shyly just how deep
the other's foot had been
we walk. i leave my dog behind
a tender thoughtful moon
goes with us just a little way
and then we are alone.
alone - if angels are alone
first time they try the sky
alone- if those veiled faces be
we cannot count on high
i'd give to live that hour again
the purple in my vein
but he must count the drops himself
my price for every sain
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