Not Till The Silver - Poem by Olga Bergholz
Not till the silver nor the golden wed
I will proceed to live with you, my friend.
But we have had the iron one before -
It'd gone through flames of the ferocious war.
This love I hold all golden weds above:
Like in the iron, I am still in love.
Comments about Not Till The Silver by Olga Bergholz
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.