Days And Days Poem by Madison Julius Cawein

Days And Days

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The days that clothed white limbs with heat,
And rocked the red rose on their breast,
Have passed with amber-sandaled feet
Into the ruby-gated west.

These were the days that filled the heart
With overflowing riches of
Life, in whose soul no dream shall start
But hath its origin in love.

Now come the days gray-huddled in
The haze; whose foggy footsteps drip;
Who pin beneath a gypsy chin
The frosty marigold and hip.

The days, whose forms fall shadowy
Athwart the heart: whose misty breath
Shapes saddest sweets of memory
Out of the bitterness of death.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Manonton Dalan 22 January 2016

different faces of days...up and down? ? ? ? ?

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Ratnakar Mandlik 22 January 2016

Beautiful narration of the features of good days and bad days along with their separate characteristics. Thanks for sharing.

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