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 face we choose to miss, Be it but for a day— As absent as a hundred years When it has rode away.

The face we choose to miss, Be it but for a day— As absent as a hundred years When it has rode away.

The face we choose to miss, Be it but for a day— As absent as a hundred years When it has rode away.