Archibald MacLeish

(7 May 1892 – 20 April 1982 / Glencoe, Illinois)

Broken Promise - Poem by Archibald MacLeish

THAT was by the door
Leafy evening in the apple trees
And you would not forget this anymore
And even if you died there would be these
Touchings remembered
and you would return
From any bourne from any shore
To find the evening in these leaves
To find my arms beside this door...
I think O my not now Ophelia
There are not always (like a moon)
Rememberings afterward
(I think there are
Sometimes a few strange stars upon the sky.)


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  • Gold Star - 9,802 Points Heather Wilkins (7/13/2013 5:43:00 PM)

    a nice poem. enjoyed the read. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 7, 2010



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