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Senex It doesn’t matter that I didn’t know how much I loved you. It doesn’t matter that the boy you were lived with dead parents as if the crime were his and you, your memory shot, your only witness. Or that you stepped, brave target, into the path of another’s Death, who knocked you flying, dislocated your hip and gave the gravest pain to all your love-making. It doesn’t matter, I’d still have done what I have done: love wishes to be blind. For knowing now makes my love no jot more pure but only infinitely more sad. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Thomas Edward Wright On Date: 2005-11-26 11:26:19
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.82353
The arrows fly with poignant honesty.
A verse worth sending to my seedling.
tew