Break, Break My Heart
Break, break my heart
For love is done,
The pale light trails the dying sun— And night awaits—no hope—no stars
Darkness
Hide my scars!
Georgia Douglas Johnson
Break, break my heart
For love is done,
The pale light trails the dying sun— And night awaits—no hope—no stars
Darkness
Hide my scars!
Georgia Douglas Johnson packs a whole collapse into just a few lines. The speaker is not asking for comfort; she asks her own heart to break, because love is already over. The image of pale light trailing the dying sun suggests the last bit of warmth or hope fading away.
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