Reflections
By Rose Lee Bond
What do you think I did last night?
I lighted a lamp, and there in its light
I saw your face as it used to shine,
Two loving eyes looked again into mine.
While in this dream the flame burned low;
As it flickered and died, you seemed to go
Back into the twilight, from whence you had come,
Leaving me breathless, and glowing, and young.
(1950)
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What a great poem!
I enjoyed this.
Memories of how things have been and may be again….
That is gorgeous. Are you going to publish a collection of these? Somebody should.
Was it an untimely war death? An accident? Or maybe just a youthful romance that didn’t work out?
And somewhere, there was probably an arch-conservative fuming that the Improvement Era was encouraging spiritualism via lamp chimney.