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After Love
(August 8, 1884 – January 29, 1933 / Missouri / United States)

After Love

There is no magic any more,
We meet as other people do,
You work no miracle for me
Nor I for you.

You were the wind and I the sea -
There is no splendor any more,
I have grown listless as the pool
Beside the shore.

But though the pool is safe from storm
And from the tide has found surcease,
It grows more bitter than the sea,
For all its peace.

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Well expressed thoughts in persuasive poetic expressions with artistic brilliance...........................................
The aftermath of passion and its embers, best break up poem ever.
You were the wind and I the sea - There is no splendor any more, I have grown listless as the pool Beside the shore. a very fine poem. tony
An outstanding poem throwing light on the aftermath in the lives of a lover and his beloved and vice a versa after lapse of a long period and dwindling affinity between them though they share life as life partners.Well deserved modern poem of the Day.
Broken love and lost splendor at times grows bitter than the sea. wonderful imagery
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