Alice Corbin

(1881-1949 / United States)

Apparitions - Poem by Alice Corbin

I
A thin gray shadow on the edge of thought
Hiding its wounds:
These are the wounds of sorrow
It was my hand that made them;
And this gray shadow that resembles you
Is my own heart, weeping . . .
You sleep quietly beneath the shade
Of willows in the south.

II
When the cold dawn stood above the house-tops,
Too late I remembered the cry
In the night of a wild bird flying
Through the rain-filled sky.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 22, 2010



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