A diamond evening-star;
Sad blue hills afar;
Love in his shroud.
Scarcely a tear to shed;
Hardly a word to say;
The end of a summer day;
Sweet Love dead.
An Evening by Gwendolyn Brooks
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reminds me of the passing summer and the passing summer loves :(
ReplyDeleteThis poem made me feel ambivalent, both happy and sad!
ReplyDeletereminds me that time, and chances are always running out =/
ReplyDeleteThis poem made me feel... nostalgic...
ReplyDeleteWow I am loving this blog so far, great stuff.
ReplyDeletehow make me feel? lost.
ReplyDeleteGood poem, as usual ^^;
ReplyDeleteI majored in Literature in college and had poetry classes. We didn't tackle this poet. Nice one.
ReplyDeleteThat's a nice poem =)
ReplyDeleteDepressed
ReplyDeleteGraces her subjects, and her thoughts the king. Supporting!
ReplyDeletepoor poor loss :( +follow for sure i love poems!
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