Marriage and Poetry Writing

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Marriage & Poetry Writing

January 3, 1945

I was thinking of Ruth when I wrote this. It is not really to her, and yet the cry of it that came from my heart, imagining a dying man taking his leave of his beloved, was probably the acting of the subconscious within me.

THE LAST LEAVE-TAKING

Good-bye, O Love, for now night's shades are falling,

And Time shall place me far apart from thee;

"Farewell! Farewell!" I hear my dim voice calling,

O Love, farewell to thee.

You have scattered my identity to the winds

I who once was whole.

The day after New Year's Day, 1945 Heigh-ho, 5:45 a.m

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