William Faulkner


After Fifty Years - Poem by William Faulkner

Her house is empty and her heart is old,
And filled with shades and echoes that deceive
No one save her, for still she tries to weave
With blind bent fingers, nets that cannot hold.
Once all men's arms rose up to her, ‘tis told,
And hovered like white birds for her caress:
A crown she could have had to bind each tress
Of hair, and her sweet arms the Witches' Gold.

Her mirrors know her witnesses, for there
She rose in dreams from other dreams that lent
Her softness as she stood, crowned with soft hair.
And with his bound heart and his young eyes bent
And blind, he feels her presence like shed scent,
Holding him body and life within its snare.


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  • (4/16/2016 7:36:00 AM)

    Fantastic flight of imagery displayed by the poet in this beautiful and thought provoking poem. Thanks for sharing. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 16, 2016



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