Here you will find the Poem Improvisations: Light And Snow: 06 of poet Conrad Potter Aiken
It is now two hours since I left you, And the perfume of your hands is still on my hands. And though since then I have looked at the stars, walked in the cold blue streets, And heard the dead leaves blowing over the ground Under the trees, I still remember the sound of your laughter. How will it be, lady, when there is none left to remember you Even as long as this? Will the dust braid your hair?
