Saturday, March 1, 2025

A Quoi Bon Dire? by Charlotte Mew

A Quoi Bon Dire?


Seventeen years ago you said

Something that sounded like Good-bye;

And everybody thinks that you are dead,

But I.


So I, as I grow stiff and cold

To this and that say Good-bye too;

And everybody sees that I am old

But you.


And one fine morning in a sunny lane

Some boy and girl will meet and kiss and swear

That nobody can love their way again

While over there

You will have smiled, I shall have tossed your hair.




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