All night the cocks crew, under a moon like day,
And I, in the cage of sleep, on a stranger's breast,
Shed tears, like a task not to be put away---
In the false light, false grief in my happy bed,
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Congratulations being chosen as the Classic Poem Of The Day, most deserving!
Her ability is unique in its strict adherence to lyrical forms, while maintaining a high emotional pitch: she was preoccupied with exploring the perpetual disparity of heart and mind..5 Stars for this touching poem, exceptional
There is much in these lines, but I`ll say one thing. Grief can`t be false just as death can`t either. One can fake grief as one can fake death. But your words here of false grief sounds wrong. Grief as an absolute as death is, too, It can`t be false
Shed tears, like a task not to be put away- - In the false light, false grief in my happy bed, A labor of tears, set against joy's undoing./// excellent poetic expression on sadness
wow... I love this I would not wake at your words, I had tears to say... nice
Poignant and deeply touching. Beautiful poem.