Another Way Poem by Ambrose Bierce

Another Way

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I lay in silence, dead. A woman came
And laid a rose upon my breast, and said,
'May God be merciful.' She spoke my name,
And added, 'It is strange to think him dead.

'He loved me well enough, but 't was his way
To speak it lightly.' Then, beneath her breath:
'Besides' -I knew what further she would say,
But then a footfall broke my dream of death.

To-day the words are mine. I lay the rose
Upon her breast, and speak her name, and deem
It strange indeed that she is dead. God knows
I had more pleasure in the other dream.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Holly Gardner 31 December 2023

I think i read a book of short horror stories by this author. Really great.

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Rob Lamberton 15 February 2024

I just read his poem " alone" and I liked it!

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