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ENOUGH ! we're tired, my heart and I.
We sit beside the headstone thus,
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`Dear love, you're looking tired, ' he said; I, smiling at him, shook my head: 'Tis now we're tired, my heart and I....... In this poem lover and beloved became tired as separated being to finding out each to other. I think it's a pure poem of love
This is such a contrast to Pablo's IF YOU FORGET ME...a and has an average closeness to Poe's ANNABELL LEE. It is an ode to the heart.
Tired! ! ! Muse of love and life; " Our own blood drenched the pen" ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Though we keep pushing the boundaries of old age, yet it’s effect can’t be denied. Yes it resonates well with me.
A beautifully envisioned meaningful and thought provoking poem. Thanks for sharing it here.
about the destructive effects of grief and loss, and about the inability to move on after the death of someone the author loved
'So tired, so tired, my heart and I! Though now none takes me on his arm To fold me close and kiss me warm Till each quick breath end in a sigh Of happy languor. Now, alone, We lean upon this graveyard stone, Uncheered, unkissed, my heart and I.' - Loved this stanza the most!