Jeanne Robert Foster

(1879 - 1970 / Johnsburg, New York)

Jeanne Robert Foster Poems

1. The William P. Frye 4/21/2010
2. The Bitter Herb 1/4/2003

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The Bitter Herb

O bitter herb, Forgetfulness,
I search for you in vain;
You are the only growing thing
Can take away my pain.

When I was young, this bitter herb
Grew wild on every hill;
I should have plucked a store of it,
And kept it by me still.

I hunt through all the meadows
Where once I wandered free,
But the rare herb, Forgetfulness,
It hides away from me.

O bitter herb, Forgetfulness,
Where is your drowsy breath?
Oh, can it be your seed has blown
Far as the Vales of Death?

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