All’s over, it’s all over – and then?
Does truth sound bitter and brutal
as you wish not to believe it again?
Look, it’s Shadow, ever centrifugal
In his whimsical silence I see thru
The lover once clutched to you alone.
In midday’s light, his fidelity is shown thru;
In darkness of sunset, he leaves you all alone!
Will you believe it’s all over then?
Tag: Poetry
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The Shadow
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She lived in a Glass Palace
She lived in a glass palace
by the uncharted sea of the Nereides
riding on the shinning crest of sea waves
in breezy dalliance with gods of winds.A Lady was shining in Auburn luster
Graceful as a queen, bright as a star –
whom there were none to adore
And none to fall for evermore:Among the alacrity and levity
of the the paramours and their Nereides,
She lived in anonymity, in virgin liberty
Hidden from the unwanted eyes.A Spirit and a Woman with a countenance
of sweetness laced with strangeness,
She lived incognito, and none could know
Till her Two Crows named Thought and Memory
told him so. -
When I’m Gone Away
Think of me when I’m gone away,
Far away to the Elysian Fields,
When you can no more touch my hands
Nor do I return to stay.Think of me when no more
You see the wells of my eyes,
and tell me of the diamond dews
Nor do I return to smile dear:But if you can no more think of me,
do not remorse my dear,
for if torrid words and remote promises
left a cloud of darkness
in your memory of me,
You must forget me
rather than think of me
in sympathy of me.Isn’t it madness to deny to forget
when there’s nothing forever? -
When I’m Gone Away
Think of me when I’m gone away,
Far away to the Elysian Fields,
When you can no more touch my hands
Nor do I return to stay.Think of me when no more
You see the wells of my eyes,
and tell me of the diamond dews
Nor do I return to smile dear:But if you can no more think of me,
do not remorse my dear,
for if torrid words and remote promises
left a cloud of darkness
in your memory of me,
You must forget me
rather than think of me
in sympathy of me.Isn’t it madness to deny to forget
when there’s nothing forever? -
The Moon Sail
Sailboat by Claude Monet See, where does the wind blow,
Westward, a ghost of queen sail slow –
The soul of Yesterday on the sea deeper –
Unguided, pursues her way alone ever. -
True it is.
Doubt that the stars fall from the sky;
Doubt that the young never age;
Doubt the truth can tell a lie;
But never doubt the heart that loves thee.
Flame, Glass and Ink are Poems, essays, and reading notes by Stefania Joori Suh 
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