Housman and I

“Now, of my threescore years and ten,

Twenty will not come again,

And take from seventy springs a score,

It only leaves me fifty more.”

“Halt by the headstone naming

The heart no longer stirred,

And say the lad that loved you

Was one that kept his word.”

“In farm and field through all the shire

The eye beholds the heart’s desire;

Ah, let not only mine be vain,

For lovers should be loved again.”

“Ensanguining the skies

How heavily it dies

Into the west away;

Past touch and sight and sound

Not further to be found,

How hopeless under ground

Falls the remorseful day.”

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Anusmita Ray

Anusmita Ray

I get paid to write tedious things that no one ever reads because they want to. Of course, I’m okay, why wouldn’t I be?