Ernest Hemingway

(21 July 1899 - 2 July 1961 / Oak Park, Illinois)

Killed Paive--July 8--1918


Desire and
All the sweet pulsing aches
And gentle hurtings
That were you,
Are gone into the sullen dark.
Now in the night you come unsmiling
To lie with me
A dull, cold, rigid bayonet
On my hot-swollen, throbbing soul.

Submitted: Tuesday, August 31, 2010

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