I cannot sleep tonight, and you know why.
You know how many weary hours I've lain
upon my bed and listened to the rain
lashing the window, and the mournful sigh
the wind makes. You have heard mine in reply.
I know you know the reason for my pain.
I know you know why, over and again,
I've wept out loud. I know you saw me cry
as I remembered carving on that tree
your name and mine. You were the only one
I needed then. You know, just as before,
how much I need you yet, but you have gone.
Only your spirit now still lives in me,
and I can never hope for any more.
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NOTE
The lines of this poem end with the same words as
Edna St Vincent Millay's 'Sonnet XLIII' -
'What Lips My Lips Have Kissed, And Where, And Why'
This sonnet is so beautiful and so sad. Not until the closing lines does the reader realise the enormity of the loss. This adds a greater depth meaning to the poem, which, I might add, benefits from more than one reading. A superb poem. S :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a wonderful sad lyric poem, you are a wonderful man, so special, with noble feelings..........10+++++