Amy Levy


Contradictions


Now, even, I cannot think it true,
My friend, that there is no more you.
Almost as soon were no more I,
Which were, of course, absurdity!
Your place is bare, you are not seen,
Your grave, Iím told, is growing green;
And both for you and me, you know,
Thereís no Above and no Below.
That you are dead must be inferred,
And yet my thought rejects the word.






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