After you're gone

Subject: After you're gone 2008-08-18, 20:38

After you're gone
How will I go to work?
Who will I phone
To talk through the silent evening
After you're gone?
You're part of my life,
A piece of my tapestry.
On what rock
Will my castle rest
After you're gone?
Time will turn
But without hands.
How will I eat
Without my day on your dish
After you're gone?
You're the only place
I can put myself.
No hopes or dreams
Can fill my tumbling days
After you're gone.

Subject: Re: After you're gone 2008-08-20, 11:59

The Sorrow of Love
by William Butler Yeats (1865 - 1939)

The quarrel of the sparrow in the eaves,
The full round moon and the star-laden sky,
And the loud song of the ever-singing leaves,
Had hid away earth's old and weary cry.
And then you came with those red mournful lips,
And with you came the whole of the world's tears,
And all the sorrows of her labouring ships,
And all the burden of her myriad years.
And now the sparrows warring in the eaves,
The curd-pale moon, the white stars in the sky,
And the loud chaunting of the unquiet leaves,
Are shaken with earth's old and weary cry.