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Think not of me, whilst warming on the hearth. Forget my wine glass, still untouched. Close your eyes, not for me, but to glimpse your tomorrows, and think not of all our yesterdays. |
Oh my, so melanholy and beautiful, perhaps even more so for being short. I love the way it makes me think of laughter on thewin and crackling flames in a too quiet cottage. So great to have you posting again!!!| Posted on 2010-10-10 00:00:00 | by blu_kittin | [ Reply to This ] | There is much depth in this short poem. "Think not of me" are words of reluctant, calculated parting; | "Close your eyes, not for me, but to glimpse your tomorrows, and think not of all our yesterdays." Sad and somber words, implying a parting in a love affair for the benefit on one party, at the expense of the other. Tragic, loving, and utterly romantic! Beautiful work, lovely lady! | Posted on 2010-07-15 00:00:00 | by Ron Cole | [ Reply to This ] | |