Upon An Arched Sarcophagus Of Pain Poem by Maxwell Bodenheim
Upon An Arched Sarcophagus Of Pain
Upon an arched sarcophagus of pain
Are figures painted in arrested embraces
With outlines so light that we must bend close to see:
Old lives almost merging to one tone
Of pale regret that holds
An inner glow of dead weeping.
Our lips cling and our breath winds to a hand
With touch like summer rain
Blending the arrested figures upon the arched sarcophagus of pain.
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