Fade-away scarlet, fade-away blue
Fade in the sun for there's nothing to do
But lie still on tables or on the clothes-line,
And wait for the one whose heart must be mine.
Mold on the chimney, mold round the well
Grow well mold; grow, till there's nothing to tell
Cover the tables and clothes on the line,
While I wait for the one whose heart must be mine.
Gone is the scarlet, now gone the blue
Gone are the false, and gone all the true
Gone tables, and chimney, and the clothes-line;
And gone is the heart that I thought must be mine.
A beautiful and wistful poem full of bittersweet lines Great write 10++
Liked very much the thought and rhythm of this poem. With so many poems to come back to....it's a pleasure to read some on your bio.
Blue...as the heart that waits for love. You've painted, well, the picture!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
... everything goes away in the end my friend; except for the words we carry in whole or in part, the words of our own fragile heart; at the end of life's little game, only the words remain... Stunningly superb poem here Patti. The metaphorical milieu paints such a poignant picture. The words sing.