(22 February 1892 – 19 October 1950 / Rockland / Maine / United States)

Souvenir

Just a rainy day or two
In a windy tower,
That was all I had of you—
Saving half an hour.

Marred by greeting passing groups
In a cinder walk,
Near some naked blackberry hoops
Dim with purple chalk.
I remember three or four
Things you said in spite,
And an ugly coat you wore,
Plaided black and white.

Just a rainy day or two
And a bitter word.
Why do I remember you
As a singing bird?

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A lot of great imagery comes through in this short poem.
Thought provoking poem from an amazing poet; it is interesting how the mind can rearrange and romanticize memories.