The Poetry Pages
Sorrow and Sadness (3)
Nor wherefore, friendship's forms forgetting,
He careless left, and cool withdrew;
Nor spoke of grief, nor fond regretting,
Nor ev'n one glance of comfort threw.
-- Charlotte Brontë. Frances.
I have outlasted all desire,
My dreams and I have grown apart;
My grief alone is left entire,
The gleanings of an empty heart.
-- Alexander Pushkin. I Have Outlasted All Desire.
- The Lot Of Earth
- A Renunciation
- The Solitary-Hearted
- The Voiceless
- Frances
- The Captive Dove
- My Days Among The Dead
- Rest
- A Pilgrim and a Stranger
- Winds Of The Old Days
- Donegal Danny
- To The Sea
- Lassitude
- Dark Evening
- I Have Outlasted All Desire
- Ya Perezhil Zvoi, Zhelanya
- Day of Tears
- Absence (2)
- Silence
- My November Guest
- November
- A Fixed Idea
- Absence (3)
- Bluebeard
