|
|
 |
|
|
User Rating: |
|
7.2
/10
(5
votes)
|
|
|
|
|
|
This present tragedy will eventually
turn into myth, and in the mist
of that later telling the bell tolling
now will be a symbol, or, at least,
a sign of something long since lost.
This will be another one of those
loose changes, the rearrangement of
hearts, just parts of old lives
patched together, gathered into
a dim constellation, small consolation.
Look, we will say, you can almost see
the outline there: her fingertips
touching his, the faint fusion
of two bodies breaking into light.
Joyce Sutphen
|
|
Read poems about / on: together, lost, light, change, star
|
|
 |
 |
 |
 |
|
 |
|
