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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
GHOSTS, by HAROLD TROWBRIDGE PULSIFER Poet's Biography First Line: You have familiar faces and warm hands Last Line: And never know how long ago I died. Subject(s): Ghosts; Supernatural | |||
You have familiar faces and warm hands, You kindly women and you friendly men, Who speak to me from long-remembered lands That I have known and shall not know again. You do not know that you are ghosts of dreams Who once were flesh and blood, -- you do not know That you have no more being than bright gleams Of winter sunlight on deep drifted snow. You cannot see what valleys and what hills, You cannot see what sounding oceans lie Between us in this room that laughter fills, The while we greet and talk and say good-bye When you have buried what remains of me In the brown earth below the wind-swept grass, Cold carven marble will your witness be That you were with me then, and saw me pass. One year from now perhaps, or twenty more, You will attend me on that last grey ride And never know you did not close the door And never know how long ago I died. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE EVENINGS by LUCILLE CLIFTON THE MOTHS: 1. CIRCA 1582 by NORMAN DUBIE GHOSTS IN ENGLAND by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE GHOST OF DEACON BROWN by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON EN PASSANT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON FACES by HAROLD TROWBRIDGE PULSIFER |
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