The End of Love
Read 'The End of Love' by 'Kathleen Raine' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
Now he is dead
How should I know
My true love's arms
From wind and snow?
No man I meet
In field or house
Though in the street
A hundred pass.
The hurrying dust
Has never a face,
No longer human
In man or woman.
Now he is gone
Why should I mourn
My true love more than mud,
than mud or stone?
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