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Frederick Philip Grove
THE DIRGE
(IM 15, 1-33)
e-Edition by Gaby Divay
© August 2007
How to cite this e-Edition
of Grove's The DIRGE
XXIX. "Who would have told me..."[21]
by
Frederick Philip Grove
Who
would have told me but a year ago
That I, upon a stone, should read her name,
I should have answered him, such utter woe
I could not grasp in thought and live the same.
But live I do and go about my tasks
In silence, and composedly, as deems
He who, upon an hour's acquaintance, asks
"And how are you?" --surmising, "Well, it seems!"
Yet passes not a single minute but I am
Poignantly conscious of a hidden ache.
Life is, without her, but a sorry sham,
Not worth what we upon its dicings stake.
And from my secret musings I distill
Reflections on the dignity of death
Which so pervadingly my being fill
That sacrilege seems every living breath.
In Memoriam 15/29 |
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Grove, Frederick Philip. POEMS:
In Memoriam Phyllis May Grove. THE DIRGE (IM15,1-33).
e-Edition, Gaby Divay. Winnipeg: UM Archives & Special
Collections, ©2007.
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