There's nothing here! —Nothing to share!
I died in flesh devoured by death:
Look not for life; —it is not there:
I lost love, —I lost my breath.
The face you see, still in its youth:
Oh! It is old enough; —it saw many tears!
Look in the heart the face of truth,
Then you can say you guessed my years.
The rosy cheeks and lips you lust,
Too long neglected, have forgotten to shine: —
Did you expect our love to last,
Improved with time like the finest wine?
No more, the songs can melt my heart,
Or hymns of love to chant with angels:
Oh! —do not declare your love too loud,
For when in love—heart feels in silence.
Losing love through the telling of lies takes away the basis of all love, that of trust in one another. Without it someone may loudly proclaim their love day and night, and it will not be heard, because a mind knows of the lies that have been told. Genuine feelings of loss because of hurt another inflicts upon you in this poem. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
The poem 'Untitled' is simply beautiful with theme of mortality.The use humble & rustic words adds more beauty to each lines.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I read Roseann Shawiak's wise commentary on this poem, and she wrapped her mind around its essential truth. This is an uncompromising poem, it seeks no common ground regarding desire and fate, love and reality. The dualities are unbending, rigid, unresponsive. The honesty speaks for itself but crowds out any tender mercies we might want to extend.