Erotica author, aka Elspeth Potter, on Writing from the Inside
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Wilfrid Wilson Gibson, 'The Going"
The Going
He's gone.
I do not understand.
I only know
That as he turned to go
And waved his hand,
In his young eyes a sudden glory shone:
And I was dazzled by a sunset glow,
And he was gone.
--Wilfrid Wilson Gibson
He's gone.
I do not understand.
I only know
That as he turned to go
And waved his hand,
In his young eyes a sudden glory shone:
And I was dazzled by a sunset glow,
And he was gone.
--Wilfrid Wilson Gibson
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gibson,
wwi poetry
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