Places among the stars,
Soft gardens near the sun,
Keep your distant beauty;
Shed no beams upon my weak heart.
Since she is here
In a place of blackness,
Not your golden days
Nor your silver nights
Can call me to you.
Since she is here
In a place of blackness,
Here I stay and wait
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one of my fav\'s
Somehow the pain and love mix together in Crane's words to form one fuzzy mess of sweet beauty. It's rough and uneven, but that in itself makes it more endearing and more sweet. It's the raw emotion... "I will not leave this place of death without her."
This is one of those poems that I wish someone would read to me, for as I sit in my place of blackness, all I long for is a companion. It may be all I needed to get a little inspiration back...
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