Mahlon Leonard Fisher

(1874-1974 / United States)

Afterwards - Poem by Mahlon Leonard Fisher

There was a day when death to me meant tears,
   And tearful takings-leave that had to be,
   And awed embarkings on an unshored sea,
And sudden disarrangement of the years.
But now I know that nothing interferes
   With the fixed forces when a tired man dies;
   That death is only answerings and replies,
The chiming of a bell which no one hears,
The casual slanting of a half-spent sun,
   The soft recessional of noise and coil,
   The coveted something time nor age can spoil;
I know it is a fabric finely spun
   Between the stars and dark; to seize and keep,
   Such glad romances as we read in sleep.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003



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