Representative Poetry Online
On this day: November 26th
Random Poem of the Day
2 The woman I might grow to be;
3I felt my lover look at her
4 And then turn suddenly to me.
5Her hair was dull and drew no light
6 And yet its color was as mine;
7Her eyes were strangely like my eyes
8 Tho' love had never made them shine.
9Her body was a thing grown thin,
10 Hungry for love that never came;
11Her soul was frozen in the dark
12 Unwarmed forever by love's flame.
13I felt my lover look at her
14 And then turn suddenly to me, --
15His eyes were magic to defy
16 The woman I shall never be.
Notes
1] Broadway car: streetcar in the Manhattan entertainment district of New York City. Back to Line