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What Edna’s Sonnet Leaves Unsaid
What lips my lips have kissed,
And where and when,Come unbidden to my mindEv’ry now and then.They are sweet and they are bitter,They’re a lie and yet they’re true,And like all my treasured mem’ries,They’re intense, but all too few.The come to me in dreamAs if they’d never really left.I yearn for them on wakingAnd am both blissful
bereft.As I grow older, I grow surer That time’s not what it seems,That those moments still exist, Not just in mem’ries or in dreams.Like a book that you have readAnd then put back up on the shelf,The characters are all immortal,Both they and you yourself,Though the moments aren’t frozenLike they are upon a page.All the characters are still livingAnd they never, ever age.
What Edna’s Sonnet Leaves Unsaid (for Kelli)-poetry of Frank Feldman, p. 1 of 2 pp.