The Unknowing Poem by Theodosia Garrison
The Unknowing
They do not know the awful tears we shed,
The tender treasures that we keep and kiss;
They could not be so still—our quiet dead
In knowing this.
They do not know what time we turn to fill
Love's empty chalice with a cheaper bliss;
They could not be so still — so very still
In knowing this.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
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