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Lowering my head, I looked at the wall. Called to, a thousand times, I never looked back. In the first stanza of ‘The River Merchant’s Wife: A Letter’ the speaker, who is a young woman, describes the beginning of her relationship to the man who is now her husband. She was very young when she first saw him.
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- October 9, 1995
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At fourteen I married My Lord you. I never laughed, being bashful. Lowering my head, I looked at the wall. Called to, a thousand times, I never looked back. At fifteen I stopped scowling, I desired my dust to be mingled with yours. Forever and forever, and forever.
10 Called to, a thousand times, I never looked back. 11 At fifteen I stopped scowling, 12 I desired my dust to be mingled with yours. 13 Forever and forever, and forever. 14 Why should I climb the look out? 15 At sixteen you departed. 16 You went into far Ku-tō-en, by the river of swirling eddies, 17 And you have been gone five months.
(75) Top 500 Poem 295. In Memory. © Kimberly N. Chastain. Published by Family Friend Poems November 2006 with permission of the Author. A thousand times we needed you. A thousand times we cried. If love alone could have saved you, you never would have died. A heart of gold stopped beating; two twinkling eyes closed to rest.
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Ella Wheeler Wilcox. 1850 –. 1919. What can be said in New Year rhymes, That's not been said a thousand times? The new years come, the old years go, We know we dream, we dream we know. We rise up laughing with the light, We lie down weeping with the night. We hug the world until it stings, We curse it then and sigh for wings.
Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times, A messenger from radiant climes, And smile on thy new world, and be As kind to others as to me! Or, as thou never cam'st in sooth, Come now, and let me dream it truth, And part my hair, and kiss my brow, And say, My love why sufferest thou?
Come to me in my dreams, and then. By day I shall be well again! For so the night will more than pay. The hopeless longing of the day. Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times, A messenger from radiant climes, And smile on thy new world, and be. As kind to others as to me!
