When Love Is Dead
When last shall kiss the lips
Of love when Love is dead?
Who last shall fall fold her hands
And pillow soft her head?
Who last shall vigil keep
Beside her lonely bier?
I ask, and from the dark
Cold night without, I hear
The mystic answer: “I
Her Mother, Earth, shall press
Her lips the last in my
Infinite tenderness.”
Text from Changing is Not Vanishing (Parker 2011)
Image from Google Books Alexander Posey: The Creek Indian Poet.
“When Love is Dead” was published in 1900 in The Poems of Alexander Lawrence edited by Minnie H. Posey. The poem written by Alexander Posey appears distinctively different in form in its publication in 1910 in comparison to the 2011 print version found in Parker’s Changing is Not Vanishing. Although the content of the poem is similar in both editions…
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