Erotica author, aka Elspeth Potter, on Writing from the Inside

Monday, May 25, 2009

Memorial Day, Wilfrid Wilson Gibson, "A Lament"

A Lament

We who are left, how shall we look again
Happily on the sun or feel the rain
Without remembering how they who went
Ungrudgingly and spent
Their lives for us loved, too, the sun and rain?

A bird among the rain-wet lilac sings--
But we, how shall we turn to little things
And listen to the birds and winds and streams
Made holy by their dreams,
Nor feel the heart-break in the heart of things?

--Wilfred Wilson Gibson, 1918

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