All Souls Photo-Artistry by kenne
Did someone say that there would be an end,
An end, Oh, an end, to love and mourning?
Such voices speak when sleep and waking blend,
The cold bleak voices of the early morning
When all the birds are dumb in dark November—
Remember and forget, forget, remember.
— from All Souls by May Sarton
Excellence! Wow! Poetry at its best.
Thank you.
You’re welcome! A fabulous read you left for your readers.
A amazing and wonderful poem.
Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer.
Stunning!