The face we choose to miss,
Be it but for a day—
As absent as a hundred years
When it has rode away.
The Single Hound, p. 312 - Collected Poems (1993)
The face we choose to miss,
Be it but for a day—
As absent as a hundred years
When it has rode away.
The Single Hound, p. 312 - Collected Poems (1993)