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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342131" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Forsaking All Others Part 3</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342131" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342131" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">THERE was an instant when he might have said<br>He could not see the lady; but instead<br>He nodded with a blank, impassive face,<br>And waited, never moving from his place<br>Beside the window, till a moment more<br>And she was there, leaning against the door<br>Which she had closed. She stood there, silent, staring, <br>Trembling with fear at her own act of daring, <br>But not with fear of him. Erect and slim,<br>White as the daytime moon, she spoke to him.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342131" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'I know,' she said, 'that it was not your plan <br>That we should ever meet: I know a man <br>Assumes despotic power, assumes his voice<br>In cases such as ours shall have the choice...</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342131" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'But is that just, I ask... is that fair play<br>That you should have the right to throw away,<br>Crush and destroy and utterly deny<br>Our joint possession... or rather mine, for I<br>Value our friendship so much more than you<br>Appear to...' 'No,' he said, 'That is not true.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342131" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">She shook her head. 'Ah, if you thought it rare,<br>Precious and wonderful, you would not dare<br>Destroy it by yourself... not even you.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342131" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He answered: 'I not only would. I do.<br>You speak of friendship. What a silly word,<br>And as dishonest as I ever heard.<br>Let us at least be candid, for God's sake,<br>And speak the truth... what difference does it make? <br>It is not friendship we are speaking of,<br>But the first moments of a passionate love....'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342131" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'You're wrong,' she cried, 'you're absolutely wrong.<br>Not everything emotional and strong<br>Between a man and woman needs must be <br>Physical love... People like you and me<br>Are wise enough and old enough to take<br>This fiery elemental thing and make<br>Something for every day, serene and cool...<br>I am not of the all-or-nothing school.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342131" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He smiled. 'We light hell-fires, and you engage<br>They'll warm our palsied hands in our old age,'<br>At this she paused, and then she said:'Your tone <br>Wounds me. I live so terribly alone,<br>I am perhaps too eager for a friend...<br>But not a lover. Oh, please comprehend<br>I want no lovers. Think me vain or not<br>But I assure you I might have a lot<br>Of them. But friendship such as you could give - <br>Wisdom and strength and knowledge how to live<br>In this harsh world in which I draw my breath<br>With so much pain... it seems a sort of death<br>To yield so rich a promise... to forego<br>Such happiness..,' She heard him laugh. 'You know <br>All that is nonsense,' 'Nonsense? ' 'All but this.' <br>And on her willing lips she felt his kiss.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342131" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">II</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342131" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'I HAVE a new friend,' thought Lee, 'I have a lover,<br>Made of steel and fire as a lover ought to be, <br>And I do not much care if all the world discover<br>That I adore him madly and that he loves me.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342131" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Everything I do nowadays is pleasant,­ <br>Talking, walking, brushing out my hair­ <br>Oh, isn't it fine a friend, not being even present,<br>Can give the world a meaning, and common things an air! '</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342131" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">III</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342131" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">O, AGONY infernal<br>That lovers undergo! <br>O, secret trysts diurnal<br>That nobody must know.<br>O, vigilance eternal<br>The whole world for a foe.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342131" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But Lee and Wayne were clever<br>And all that springtime through<br>They met and met, and never<br>Were noticed so to do.<br>And no one whatsoever<br>Suspected them - or knew.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342131" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">IV</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342131" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">LOVE in a city in spring,<br>Not so divine a thing<br>As love the poet dreams­<br>Meadows and brimming streams,<br>Yet there is much to say<br>For love in New York in May­<br>Parks set in tulip beds,<br>Yellows and whites and reds,<br>Japanese plums in flower<br>And that wisteria bower<br>Dripping its blossoms sweet<br>Over a rustic seat<br>Where tramps and nursemaids meet...</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342131" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">New York in early May <br>Breaks out in awnings gay; <br>Daisies and ivy trailing<br>From every window railing. <br>And at this time of year <br>Strange open hacks appear, <br>Shabby and old and low <br>Wherein strange couples go <br>Generally after dark, <br>Clop-clopping round the park.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342131" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And with it all, the loud, <br>Noisy, indifferent crowd <br>Offers to lovers shrewd <br>Infinite solitude.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342131" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">V</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342131" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">FOUR thousand years ago a great king died,<br>And there were rites and hymns and long processions,<br>And he was buried in his pomp and pride, <br>With all his vast possessions.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342131" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Gold beds with lapis-lazuli inlay,<br>And chairs, and perfume jars of alabaster, <br>And many slaves were slain, lest they betray<br>The tomb that held their master.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342131" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Lee leant her hand upon his mummy case,<br>(Opened to show the gold and silver plating) ,<br>And as Wayne came her look was an embrace:<br>'Darling, I don't mind waiting.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342131" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'I like,' she said, 'to settle in my seat<br>A moment ere the rising of the curtain,<br>Waiting for something certain can be sweet...<br>For something almost certain.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342131" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">VI</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342131" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">THEY would meet for luncheon every day<br>At a small unknown French cafe<br>Half-way up town and half-way down<br>With a chef deserving great renown.<br>And Pierre the waiter would smile and say:<br>'Bonjour, Monsieur, dame,' and they<br>Would see by his smile discreet and sly<br>That he knew exactly the reason why<br>A couple so proud and rich should come<br>To eat each day in a squalid slum.<br>And nothing delighted his Gallic heart<br>More than to find he could play a part<br>And protect 'ces amoureux foux d' amour'<br>And guide their choice through the carte du jour.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342131" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">VII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342131" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">BUT most of all Lee loved the hours<br>When streets filled full of violet mists<br>And after-glows on taller towers<br>Prove that the sunset still exists:<br>And in Wayne's long dark car reclining<br>They'd cross a bridge, and bye and bye<br>Turn back to see the city shining<br>Against a pale blue, star-sewn sky.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342131" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">VIII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342131" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'I KNOW,' she said, 'I am a fool to weep,<br>I know the time will pass, however black.<br>Oh, Jim, if I could take a drug, and sleep<br>And sleep till you come back.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342131" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Do you remember how poor Juliet said:<br>'Think you that we shall ever meet again? '<br>And what was poor weak Romeo instead<br>Of you... a king of men! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342131" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Don't be surprised to find me at the train<br>With pipes and garlands and a choric dance,<br>Telling the porters: 'That is J. H. Wayne,<br>My one supreme romance.' '</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342131" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">So it seemed natural to Lee to speak,<br>If Wayne were going away for a week.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342131" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">IX</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342131" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">HE had been gone three days, when wearily strolling about<br>She stopped and sent him a wire, writing it out<br>With a pencil chained to a desk: 'This is to say<br>There are over eighty thousand seconds a day, <br>Each one of them longer than seconds ought to be <br>And a personal foe of yours devotedly Lee.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342131" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">X</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342131" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A letter from Ruth - a letter from Lee.<br>Wayne took them both with his bedroom key. <br>Every day since he went away<br>Lee had written him - every day -<br>How kind, how tender! And yet his wife<br>Had always written him, all his life,<br>Since that first Fall day, since that first fond year<br>When to part was really 'un peu mourir.' <br>Ruth's letters had come in her small, black writing, <br>So faithful - and now so unexciting­<br>A long unbreakable chain whose fetters<br>Were formed of those little daily letters, <br>Leading him back to his alien youth,<br>And his love - his first deep love of Ruth.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342131" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Once he had waited, young and lonely, <br>For those daily letters to come, the only <br>Solace in absence, terror-smitten,<br>Thinking, Dear God, if she hasn't written! <br>When did they change? what day, what hour <br>Did her letters lose their magical power? <br>He was the same man, and she the same <br>Woman - and still her letters came...</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342131" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A letter from Ruth - a letter from Lee. <br>Wayne took them both with his bedroom key. <br>Was it a habit - a memory<br>Of that deep old love that his heart once nursed? <br>Who knows? <br>He opened Ruth's letter first</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342131" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XI</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342131" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">THE day that Wayne was coming home, <br>Lee flitted fleet-footed among the throng <br>Of suburbanites shuffling their feet along <br>Under the turquoise dome<br>With the signs of the zodiac all turned wrong.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342131" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A blue-capped official, proud and remote, <br>Was writing unmoved as the crowd increased <br>Messages brief as those fingers wrote<br>On the wall at Belshazzar's dreadful feast: <br>'Train Fifty-One is on time. Train Eleven <br>On time. Train Nineteen an hour late.' <br>And then the announcement, big with fate: <br>'Train Fifteen on Track Forty-Seven.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342131" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And Lee's heart beat with a wild elation,<br>And she ran like a child in a childish game, <br>Pushed without pity or grace or shame<br>Past women and children to take her station<br>Where she could perfectly see <br>Down the dark hole where the train would be -<br>See Wayne as soon as he came.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342131" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The passengers came streaming out, <br>Some with bags and some without, <br>Some with babies, some with pets,<br>All about her was greeting, <br>Kissing and meeting,<br>Talking and lighting cigarettes.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342131" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And when she saw him coming, <br>His head above the stream,<br>No miracle so startling,<br>So magical could seem,<br>As this - that he was coming ­<br>A real man, not a dream!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Alice+Duer+Miller">Alice Duer Miller</a></strong></div>

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