Edgar Bowers Poems
|3.||The Stoic: For Laura Von Courten||4/22/2010|
|6.||The Mountain Cemetery||1/20/2003|
|7.||The Poet Orders His Tomb||4/22/2010|
|8.||An Afternoon At The Beach||4/22/2010|
|9.||The Virgin Considered As A Picture||4/22/2010|
|11.||For Louis Pasteur||1/20/2003|
|12.||Amor Vincit Omnia||1/13/2003|
Amor Vincit Omnia
Love is no more.
It died as the mind dies: the pure desire
Relinquishing the blissful form it wore,
The ample joy and clarity expire.
Regret is vain.
Then do not grieve for what you would efface,
The sudden failure of the past, the pain
Of its unwilling change, and the disgrace.
And modify your nature by the grief
Which poses to the will indifference
That no desire is permanent in sense.
Take leave of me.
What recompense, or pity, or deceit
Can cure, or what assumed serenity
Conceal the mortal loss which we ...