Rispetto Poem by Sara Teasdale
Rispetto
Rating: ★3.1
Was that his step that sounded on the stair?
Was that his knock I heard upon the door?
I grow so tired I almost cease to care,
And yet I would that he might come once more.
It was the wind I heard, that mocks at me,
The bitter wind that is more cruel than he;
It was the wind that knocked upon the door,
But he will never knock nor enter more.
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4/20/2024 9:28:23 AM # 1.0.0.1119
.......wonderful and imaginative ★