Abscence Poem by James Russell Lowell


Rating: 3.3

Sleep is Death's image,-poets tell us so;
But Absence is the bitter self of Death,
And, you away, Life's lips their red forego,
Parched in an air unfreshened by your breath.

Light of those eyes that made the light of mine,
Where shine you? On what happier fields and flowers?
Heaven's lamps renew their lustre less divine,
But only serve to count my darkened hours.

If with your presence went your image too,
That brain-born ghost my path would never cross
Which meets me now where'er I once met you,
Then vanishes, to multiply my loss.

Deepak Kumar Pattanayak 19 January 2018

Then came the unseen that filled his heart with illusions and took her away creating a void forever as absence is none other than death...........very deep and composed brilliantly.......thanks for sharing

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Mary Skarpathiotaki 19 January 2018

Εάν με την Παρουσία σας πήγε και η Εικόνα σας, αυτό το πνεύμα που γεννήθηκε από το νου δεν θα διασχίσετε ποτέ το μονοπάτι μου Αυτό που με συναντά τώρα, πού θα σας συναντήσω, εξαφανίζεται, για να αυξήσει την απώλειά μου.ΥΠΕΡΟΧΟ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! 10+++++++

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Anil Kumar Panda 19 January 2018

A beautiful verse on losing someone you are in love with. Enjoyed each stanza.. Thanks for sharing.

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John F. 20 April 2018

Fantastic poem, wish more were like this!

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Colin Martz 19 April 2018

I think that this poem is honestly awful. James Russel Lowell has big gay, he probably kissed a man. What a loser.1/5.

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Space core 19 April 2018

I WANNA GO TO SPACEEEEEE! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

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Bernard F. Asuncion 19 January 2018

Such a heartfelt poem by James Russell Lowell👍👍👍

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Ruta Mohapatra 19 January 2018

Mournful verses. Touches the heart.

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James Russell Lowell

James Russell Lowell

Cambridge, Massachusetts
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