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January 23, 2006

isolation

When your lips seek my lips they bring
That sorrowful and outcast thing
my heart home from wandering.

Then ere your lips have loosed their hold,
I feel my heart's heat growing cold,
And my heart shivers and grows old.

When your lips leave my lips, again
I feel the old doubt and the old pain
Tighten about me like a chain.

After the pain, after the doubt,
A lonely darkness winds about
My soul like death, and shuts you out.


Arthur Symons

Posted by amin at January 23, 2006 6:57 PM