Poems by Themis

Be Mute...

Be mute, O heart,

Till thick dark over the limbs and lips

Seals the white skin impassioned whips

have cut apart.

Before your word

May meet the winds and waters, come

To silent places where all dumb

lone things are heard.

Let no tear flow:

Why should you try so very hard

To search and see if night is starred,

or suffer so?

Lest you should tell

Your pain in tears or vacant eyes,

Take care, before the moon arise,

to cloak them well.

If aught reveal

In you the hatred and the sting,

Go down the dark, discovering

the pools which heal.

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