On a Grey Thread/Experience
Experience
Now you are gone I kiss your dented pillowAnd wonder if it hungers like my breastFor the dear head we both have held in rest.
I said once: Love alone cannot assuageMy thirst, my hunger, love has no replyFor that wild questioning, for this fierce cry.
I said: there is no kiss can feed me now.Perhaps love is life's flower: I seek the root.Yea, I have loved and love is dead sea fruit.
Yet I lie here and kiss your dented pillow,A trembling girl who loves you overmuch—A harp in anguish for the player's touch.