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Tearless Post by :JerseyDave Category :Poems Author :Cale Young Rice Date :September 2011 Read :1814

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Tearless

Do women weep when men have died?
It cannot be!
For I have sat here by his side,
Breathing dear names against his face,
That he must list to, were his place
Over God's throne--
Yet have I wept no tear and made no moan.

Do women weep--not gaze stone-eyed?
Grief seems in vain.
Do women weep?--I was his bride--
They brought him to me cold and pale--
Upon his lids I saw the trail
Of deathly pain.
They said, "Her tears will fall like autumn rain."

I cannot weep! Not if hot tears,
Dropped on his lids,
Might burn him back to life and years
Of yearning love, would any rise
To flood the anguish from my eyes--
And I'm his bride!
Ah me, do women weep when men have died?


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Cale Young Rice's poem: Tearless

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