Jamais Plus
Le papillon à l'aile brisée
sait qu'il ne sera jamais
une chenille de nouveau.
Je souhaite, mais n'ose pas espérer.
I once had a lover.
It's too late to risk another, these days.
These days I seem to think a lot
about the things I never got to do (with you).
These days.
😞 I will never play baseball again.
(nor football, nor tennis, nor ride a bicycle, nor...)
I will never play music or write another poem.
All of these last times have come and gone.
No more walks in the moonlight. No lovemaking.
No concerts or shows. No going to see a movie.
No vacation trips unless her friends want to go.
I just sit alone in my basement waiting to die.
(I had wanted to see Zion, Yosemite, Glacier.)
ALL OF THE THINGS I LOVE.
EVERYTHING I MOST ENJOY.
I'VE EITHER GIVEN THEM UP
OR I DO THEM ALONE!
There are many things I would like to do one more time,
before I die, but I don't suppose I will.
(I would like to have seen Montana.)
Perhaps the most difficult lesson to learn is this:
Accepting things which are beyond our control
includes the acceptance of growing older
and the disappointments that come with it.
"Quoth the Raven, 'Nevermore.'" 🦋
Edgar Allan Poe
The heart asks pleasure first,
And then, excuse from pain;
And then, those little anodynes
That deaden suffering,
And then, to go to sleep;
And then, if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor,
The liberty to die.
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
This is a book of free verse poetry that addresses the seven main tests in life and offers some sensible solutions to passing those tests with minimal discomfort.
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Le papillon à l'aile brisée
sait qu'il ne sera jamais
une chenille de nouveau.
Je souhaite, mais n'ose pas espérer.
I once had a lover.
It's too late to risk another, these days.
These days I seem to think a lot
about the things I never got to do (with you).
These days.
😞 I will never play baseball again.
(nor football, nor tennis, nor ride a bicycle, nor...)
I will never play music or write another poem.
All of these last times have come and gone.
No more walks in the moonlight. No lovemaking.
No concerts or shows. No going to see a movie.
No vacation trips unless her friends want to go.
I just sit alone in my basement waiting to die.
(I had wanted to see Zion, Yosemite, Glacier.)
ALL OF THE THINGS I LOVE.
EVERYTHING I MOST ENJOY.
I'VE EITHER GIVEN THEM UP
OR I DO THEM ALONE!
There are many things I would like to do one more time,
before I die, but I don't suppose I will.
(I would like to have seen Montana.)
Perhaps the most difficult lesson to learn is this:
Accepting things which are beyond our control
includes the acceptance of growing older
and the disappointments that come with it.
"Quoth the Raven, 'Nevermore.'" 🦋
Edgar Allan Poe
The heart asks pleasure first,
And then, excuse from pain;
And then, those little anodynes
That deaden suffering,
And then, to go to sleep;
And then, if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor,
The liberty to die.
Emily Dickinson