Survival

Edith Wharton

When you and I, like all things kind or cruel,
The garnered days and light evasive hours,
Are gone again to be a part of flowers
And tears and tides, in life’s divine renewal,

If some grey eve to certain eyes should wear
A deeper radiance than mere light can give,
Some silent page abruptly flush and live,
May it not be that you and I are there?

Next 10 Poems

• Edith Wharton : The Eumenides
• Edith Wharton : The Mortal Lease
• Edith Wharton : The Old Pole Star
• Edith Wharton : The One Grief
• Edith Wharton : The Tomb Of Ilaria Giunigi
• Edith Wharton : Uses
• Edith Wharton : Vesalius In Zante
• Phillis Wheatley : A Farewel To America
• Phillis Wheatley : A Farewel To America To Mrs. S. W.
• Phillis Wheatley : A Funeral Poem On The Death Of C. E. An Infant Of Twelve Months

Previous 10 Poems

• Edith Wharton : Orpheus
• Edith Wharton : Non Dolet!
• Edith Wharton : Moonrise Over Tyringham
• Edith Wharton : Mona Lisa
• Edith Wharton : Margaret Of Cortona
• Edith Wharton : Life
• Edith Wharton : La Vierge Au Donateur
• Edith Wharton : Grief
• Edith Wharton : Experience
• Edith Wharton : Chartres