The Lie Poem by Imogene Wagner

The Lie



You came and in your charming easy way
You hold my hand and whisper of delight,
You mocking count my pulse – I turn away
To tell you that the swift beat is from fright.
As so I lie? What matter if I lie?
And if my hear pounds answer so you know,
Other things than hearts shrink up and die,
It may well be a soul – oh, please, please go!

(October 1948)

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Imogene Wagner

Imogene Wagner

Edenville, PA
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