Ina D. Coolbrith

Rookie (1842-1928 / Nauvoo, Illinois (Josephine D. Smith))

A Meeting - Poem by Ina D. Coolbrith

Within that nameless realm where Dead meet Dead
I met that one through whom my life was banned,
Who gave for love fierce hate.
So wan the eyes, reflecting eyes as wan,
I reached my hand to clasp the outstreached hand
And touched-but icy air!
‘Alas! ’ I said: ‘Alas! Alas! poor shade! ’
And he: ‘Alas! Alas! poor shade! ’ he said.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Poem Edited: Friday, July 11, 2008

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