I shall be loved as quiet things
Are loved--white pigeons in the sun,
Curled yellow leaves that whisper down
One after one;
The silver reticence of smoke
That tells no secret of its birth
Among the fiery agonies
That turn the earth;
Cloud-islands; reaching arms of trees;
The frayed and eager little moon
That strays unheeded through a high
Blue afternoon.
The thunder of my heart must go
Under the muffling of the dust--
As my gray dress has guarded it
The grasses must;
For it has hammered loud enough,
Clamored enough, when all is said:
Only its quiet part shall live
When I am dead.
Beautiful poem.... As endeavor to make our mark on the Sands we shall be loved like the quiet things and remembered after we are gone
Beautifully said! Simple excelente verse and content that so poetically enters heart and mind leaving a most unforgettable and special impression. A great poem in a subdued but very, very special way!
Well expressed thoughts and feelings. A beautiful love poem written from the heart
Marvelous poem. When all is said only it's quiet part shall live.....
A poem about a person unknown who learned to witness the Beauty in her self and her quiet life.