Tears

A poem by Edward Powys Mathers


How can a heart play any more with life,
After it has found a woman and known tears?

In vain I shut my windows against the moonlight;
I have estranged sleep.

The flower of her face is growing in the shadow
Among warm and rustling leaves....

I see the sunlight on her house,
I see her curtains of vermilion silk....

Here is the almond-coloured dawn;
And there is dew on the petals of my night flower.

Lyric of Korea.

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