polyarchivist January 18, 2007

Sonnet V
IF I should learn, in some quite casual way, 
    That you were gone, not to return again— 
Read from the back-page of a paper, say, 
    Held by a neighbor in a subway train, 
How at the corner of this avenue       
    And such a street (so are the papers filled) 
A hurrying man—who happened to be you— 
    At noon to-day had happened to be killed, 
I should not cry aloud—I could not cry 
    Aloud, or wring my hands in such a place—    
I should but watch the station lights rush by 
    With a more careful interest on my face, 
Or raise my eyes and read with greater care 
Where to store furs and how to treat the hair. 

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