Estrangement

Image of Camille Claudel from le mot et la chose

ESTRANGEMENT.

The path from me to you that led,
Untrodden long, with grass is grown,
Mute carpet that his lieges spread
Before the Prince Oblivion
When he goes visiting the dead.
And who are they but who forget?
You, who my coming could surmise
Ere any hint of me as yet
Warned other ears and other eyes,
See the path blurred without regret.
But when I trace its windings sweet
With saddened steps, at every spot
That feels the memory in my feet,
Each glass-blade turns forget-me-not,
Where murmuring bees your name repeat.

The Standard (Albert Lea, Minnesota) May 25, 1882

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