Make no move to comfort me, dear fools,
Grief is all I have to hold, you see?
And when these salty puddles swell to pools;
I'll drown myself in sweetest misery.
Stay your gentle gestures for a while;
Keep those wishful words behind your tongue.
Trouble not to joke or feign a smile,
That bible hymn of old can go unsung.
For she is most alive within my pain;
Her worth is measured out with all my tears,
So I will drench the earth for many years.
And till the day I die or go insane,
In deepest dark regret I will remain.
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
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