Outcast
He sleeps along the empty street
cobwebs sticking to his clothes;
the dark and jealous lover grief
has trailed him thru the world he knows.
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Louise Louis, grief, in English Clear filters
The Tear
Feel it drop upon your hand
Salt of wounds you understand.
Warm as breath. Shattered belief
Crystal of a global grief.
Devotion
My heart cries out
from every window, and from every sill
it peers and leans;
my heart will not be still.
Dumb beast with grieving for its kind,
I cannot make it understand —
It has no mind.
Earth's brown cupboard holds its only love;
sterile and innocent death puts its vow
of silence and of celibate surcease . . .
My heart keeps running errands useless now.
I have no peace.
Tell me, beloved, where you lie
within the fretless household, like a queen,
how can my heart know that you are dead —
what does that mean?
Shared
When swift your grief
then tight my arms
cling round the threadbare pattern — yours.
And once again I
seem to feel
the ancient black inquisitors!
Make fast the knot
that ties your heart
and does not let it burst — I know.
The arrow lodges
where the heart
throbs with the blood that cannot flow.
Nor look to me
who have no words
but clasp the pattern that you keep
For I am binding
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