Where's Madge then,
Madge and her men?
buried with
Alice in her hair,
(but if you ask the rain
he'll not tell where.)
beauty makes terms
with time and his worms,
when loveliness
says sweetly Yes
to wind and cold;
and how much earth
is Madge worth?
Inquire of the flower that sways in the autumn
she will never guess.
but i know
my heart fell dead before.
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Comments1Wow, this piece takes me waay back! Read it as a youngin, seems even more profound and emotional now. Talk about havin’ to grapple with change and mortality. Still gets me every time. Shows ya how fleeting beauty and life can be. Powerful stuff!