Nellie Isabelle Steward Cooper

Freshman - 598 Points (4 September 1915 - 14 April 2005 / Youngstown, Ohio)

Our Last Quarrel - Poem by Nellie Isabelle Steward Cooper

Strange that a smile
Should slide away like that
As though fallen from her face

That blue-bright eyes could change
Like that to grey-and draw their shutters
All before the paleness fell
And washed her into whiteness

Never our words could be unspoken now
Or taken back, nor this, the stricken hour

Be stricken from me
Nor any reach of heaven
Hold this hell


Comments about Our Last Quarrel by Nellie Isabelle Steward Cooper

  • (4/14/2008 9:16:00 PM)


    Very well structured and a feel of sadness.... Very sadly penned.. Excellent write...

    Bonnie collins
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  • Yuri Duraan (4/14/2008 3:31:00 PM)


    Stunning poem! ! ! 'eyes drawing their shutters'... very good image - there is a sense of melancholy which holds me to attention. Yuri * (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 14, 2008

Poem Edited: Friday, June 28, 2013


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