Treasure Island

Max Plowman

(1883 - 1941 / England)

Poems of Max Plowman

1. Her Beauty 1/1/2004
2. When It's Over 4/21/2010

Her Beauty

I heard them say, "Her hands are hard as stone,"
And I remembered how she laid for me
The road to heaven. They said, "Her hair is grey."
Then I remembered how she once had thrown
Long plaited strands, like cables, into the sea
I battled in -- the salt sea of dismay.
They say, "Her beauty's past." And then I wept,
That these, who should have been in love adept,
Against my font of beauty should blaspheme.

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