To A Portrait

A pensive photograph
Watches me from the shelf–
Ghost of old love, and half
Ghost of myself!

How the dear waiting eyes
Watch me and love me yet–
Sad home of memories,
Her waiting eyes!

Ghost of old love, wronged ghost,
Return: though all the pain
Of all once loved, long lost,
Come back again.

Forget not, but forgive!
Alas, too late I cry.
We are two ghosts that had their chance to live,
And lost it, she and I.

-Arthur Symons

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This entry was posted by Kunal Goel on Saturday, October 22nd, 2005 at 02:22 am. It is filed under Poems. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

5 Responses to “To A Portrait”

  1. I particularly liked the last para. How she goes on performing her usual chores without even having an inkling, there’s someone giving up his life for her.

  2. you have commented on the song poem Sujata.

  3. good one! keep it up

  4. This was awesome kunal….

  5. sigh… it riminds me of someone i dont want to be reminded of :sad:

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