In Reply to a Message from Barbara – Evan Guilford-Blake

Evan Guilford-Blake

Nor have I yet forgotten you;
Nor, love, shall I ever:
Even autumn’s dying leaves
Hear echoes of September.

Nor have I yet forsaken you;
Nor spurned my desire:
Even ashes left to chill
Feel shadows of the fire.

Nor have I yet forgiven you;
Nor yet reread your letters:
The first sweet tastes of fine liqueur
Cloud after-tastes of bitters…

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