Discordant I
Music I heard with you was more than
music,
And bread I broke with you was more than bread;
Now that I am without you, all is desolate;
All that was once so beautiful is dead.
You hands once touched this table and this silver,
And I have seen your fingers hold this glass,
These things do not remember you, beloved,-
And yet your touch upon them will not pass.
For it was my heart you moved among them,
And blessed them with your hands and with your eyes;
And in my heart they will remember always,-
They knew you once, O beautiful and wise.
Conrad Aiken
I am not too sure if the you in the poem had passed away or
simply left the author. Anyway, I think it is very beautifully
written. Just want to share it with you guys.
