Thursday, 27 January 2011

The Thursday Poem


Young Woman Reading by a Window by Delphin Enjolras


Spleen

I was not sorrowful, I could not weep,
And all my memories were put to sleep.

I watched the river grow more white and strange,
All day till evening I watched it change.

All day till evening I watched the rain
Beat wearily upon the window pane.

I was not sorrowful, but only tired
Of everything that ever I desired.

Her lips, her eyes, all day became to me
The shadow of a shadow utterly.

All day mine hunger for her heart became
Oblivion, until the evening came,

And left me sorrowful, inclined to weep,
With all my memories that could not sleep.

Ernest Dawson
(2nd August 1867 - 23rd February 1900)

from the book: Poem for the Day One

2 comments:

Sharon said...

Oh, that's so sad.

Bobbi said...

Beautiful! Thanks for sharing.