Then Poem by Harry Kemp

Then



When all the sea's high ships
Have dropped beyond my sky
And life's trumpet leaves my lips
And women pass me by -
Dear God, let me die!

Thursday, April 15, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: leaves,lips,sea,women
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Harry Kemp

Harry Kemp

Youngstown, Ohio
Close
Error Success