The Poetry Pages
Ghosts of Pain (4)
And the very words we utter
Sink to silence one by one,
Not the same, although repeated,
And never more undone.
-- Bessie Rayner Parkes Belloc. Tomorrow.
I, bereft of her blest presence,
Shall my life in anguish spend,
Joy a stranger to my bosom,
Wo with every thought shall blend.
-- P. Pelsky. The Husband's Lament.
- A Prayer
- Weep You No More, Sad Fountains
- The Fountain Of Tears
- A River For Him
- Tears (2)
- Rain
- Evening Solace
- To the Moon
- Footsteps of Angels
- I Shall Come Back
- Dreams
- Tomorrow
- Earth's Treasures
- The Desirable Mansion
- Mirage
- Sudden Light
- My True Love Hath My Heart
- Faith
- The Little Dove
- The Avon
- Idle Tears
- Lamentations
- Despair
- The Husband's Lament
