Because I liked you better
Than suits a man to say,
It irked you, and I promised
To throw the thought away.
To put the world between us
We parted, stiff and dry;
‘Good-bye,’ said you, ‘forget me.’
‘I will, no fear’, said I.
If here, where clover whitens
The dead man’s knoll, you pass,
And no tall flower to meet you
Starts in the trefoiled grass,
Halt by the headstone naming
The heart no longer stirred,
And say the lad that loved you
Was one that kept his word.
by A.E. Housman
A wonderful reminder of the tragedy of A E Housman’s life. This poem is so simple and yet so profound.
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I so wish that I could write like that…..
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Awesome words of poetic beauty.
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Declaring one’s love is quicksilver ground, especially when it’s so publicly unfavorable.
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Reblogged this on davidbruceblog #2.
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