It Was LoveA Poem by M. CorriganI wrote this shortly before leaving Milan, where I lived last fall. It was love! I am sure of this one true
thing: And loved it
with all the strength of my soul, The place I
called home, and no longer sing Happy songs
anymore--It was love. I am sure. One small
pleasure"One happiness; one short delight, It was love: I
know now, though it seemed sorrow then, And too wistful
I ponder that one lovely night I was young in
Milan: and cannot be again. And I think of
it now as if I were older I reflect on the
memories that still I am living For the hours
grow remote--and the minutes grow colder Hard things of
the past I am still now forgiving. Now in anguish I
gaze on the face of tomorrow And am
leaving"and wonder! Was I happier here? Or was I only
escaping my home and that sorrow? I know not, I
was troubled"but Milan was so dear. And I loved
every street--what it wasn’t, and was, And I saw it in
poetry, and thought in refrain, When Milan was a
refuge! And beloved because There was joy
that remained"I was free from that pain. It was love in
that city, and I was there for it, And feel no more
pity, or restless regret, For I loved it
completely (did I even adore it?)-- And to Milan I
am grateful: and ever in its debt. Now with one
parting word I am putting to rest This short page
in my life, and last afterthoughts write And bid sorry
farewell to the place I loved best Upon pages once
white--it was one Milan night.
© 2015 M. Corrigan |
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