I think, no matter where you stray,
That I shall go with you a way.
Though you may wander sweeter lands,
You will not soon forget my hands,
Nor yet the way I held my head,
Nor all the tremulous things I said.
You still will see me, small and white
And smiling, in the secret night,
And feel my arms about you when
The day comes fluttering back again.
I think, no matter where you be,
You'll hold me in your memory
And keep my image, there without me,
By telling later loves about me.
I see ghosts here, both in the words, which are no more than mirages of thoughts, in the image, in each drop of color fallen from the sky, and in the shadows in your eyes, sent by the heavens to earth.
Oh, I'll have to look up some of her poetry...very nice. The expression on the subject in your image works perfectly. She appears quite content with her place in the world, having moved on from this past relationship, for whatever reason, and seems to relish the lingering role that she'll play in her former lover's life.
The ending is always crucial to Dot's poems. In this one, as in many, the ending is a final wink, a realization that the world is not quite so Romantic as she was letting you think, and neither is she. Sometimes she obliterates the Romance, but other times, like this time, she suggests that Romance can still live in reality, even if it's a bit shaken.
Including the poem here suggests that the subject's gaze is a knowing one, an unwinked wink piercing the bubbly glitter of your overlayers.
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