When Thoughts Scatter With The Light

CREPUSCULE DU MATIN

~Amy Lowell

 

“All night I wrestled with a memory

which knocked insurgent

at the gates of thought.

The crumbled wreck of years

behind has wrought

its disillusion. Now I only cry

for peace, for power to forget the lie

which Hope too long

has whispered. So I sought

the sleep which would not come,

And night was fraught

with old emotions weeping silently.

I heard your voice again, and knew the things

which you had promised

proved an empty vaunt.

I felt your clinging hands

while night’s broad wings

cherished our love in darkness.

From the lawn

a sudden, quivering birdnote, like a taunt.

My arms held nothing but the empty dawn.”

Crépuscule_à_Lyon

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