When beauty breaks and falls asunder
I feel no grief for it, but wonder.
When love, like a frail shell, lies broken,
I keep no chip of it for token.
I never had a man for friend
Who did not know that love must end.
I never had a girl for lover
Who could discern when love was over.
What the wise doubt, the fool believes--
Who is it, then, that love deceives?
| Best Poems | Short Poems
Email Poem |
More Poems by Louise Bogan
Comments, Analysis, and Meaning on Juans Song
Provide your analysis, explanation, meaning, interpretation, and comments on the poem Juans Song here.
Commenting turned off, sorry.