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The End of Love

The End of Love

Now he is dead
How should I know
My true love’s arms
From wind and snow?

No man I meet
In field or house
Though in the street
A hundred pass.

The hurrying dust
Has never a face,
No longer human
In man or woman.

Now he is gone
Why should I mourn
My true love more than mud,
Than mud or stone?



Poem The End of Love - Kathleen Raine