Under the stern gaze of the summer moon
my big sister, Juliet to Romeo,
Cathy to her Heathcliff,
slid each night on the porch's sloping roof
...
Read full text
Hello Janice and just a word to commend you on this very passionate and mysterious poem. Great work! Loyd
Some wonderful comparisons, 'Juliet to her Romeo', 'Cathy to her Heathcliff'. The thread of doomed love weaves deftly through the lines of this wonderful poem. The wistful, melancholic atmospere of these admirable words; 'Now that romance has flowered, / yielded fruit and withered away' stay with the reader long after the closing line. This is a truly haunting poem - a real privilege to read. S :)