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SadAnna M. Johnson

Eyes

I never saw such lovely eyes, To have no light within them. To have no thought, no sweet surprise, No tears to ever dim them. I never saw such lovely eyes, So large, so round, and tender, With lashes lifted to the skies, But blind — may Heaven defend her !
SadAnna M. Johnson

November

November is the saddest time in all the years; The shriveled leaves drop from the trees like human tears; Like thoughts that loose their hold on cherished spot, Thwarted of life — they, drifting down On chill November breeze, Lie still and rot, Counted as naught — forgot!
SadAnna M. Johnson

To the Departed

All things today seem sad, Since she has gone; My heart will not be glad, Altho’ I would not mourn For one as Heaven-born, But I’m alone! Since she has gone I weep, The tears will flow; Vain tears—I would not keep Such signs of grief or woe, But she is gone!
ContemplativeAnna M. Johnson

Musings

Ache heart! What right have you To hold a universe in tow, To make a wish come true To ease your woe? When I depart shall I be living, Or shall I be in truth Among the dead? Only the so-called living bury The so-called fled; Count me alive and giving Love to my best beloved.I put a plaster on my heart tonight, Poor heart — so sad, so sore, o’er Earthly griefs — It drew the tears to surface sheets; Like raindrops in a sudden flight, It washed away some false beliefs, And left it healed— such strange retreats!
ContemplativeAnna M. Johnson

Tears

These are no idle tears That dance into my eyes As sudden raindrops do From out the darkened skies. These tears have soaked through All my being in their flow Of cleansing power, And every sentient Earthly woe That would my soul devour, Is drowned by them and disappears.
SadAnna M. Johnson

Why Do I Weep?

Do I weep for myself Or do I weep for the World? I am not a Christ crucified to death, Into a furnace hurled Of Earth’s woes, and with parting breath Commiserating Earth’s deficits in love, While trying immortality to prove— So I weep for myself; It may be light grieving, Selfish, in self-believing.

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