Amy Levy

(1861 - 10 September 1889 / London)

Contradictions - Poem by Amy Levy

Now, even, I cannot think it true,
My friend, that there is no more you.
Almost as soon were no more I,
Which were, of course, absurdity!
Your place is bare, you are not seen,
Your grave, I'm told, is growing green;
And both for you and me, you know,
There's no Above and no Below.
That you are dead must be inferred,
And yet my thought rejects the word.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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