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The Great Mirror of Same-Sex Love - Poetry - 31. ...with clasped hands from first to last...

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To the Friend of My Youth: Kitty

 

It is not all of life

To cling together while the years glide past.

It is not all of love

To walk with clasped hands from first to last.

That mystic garland which the spring did twine

Of scented lilac and the new-blown rose,

Faster than chains will hold my soul to thine

Thro’ joy, and grief, thro’ life – unto its close.

—Kate Chopin,[i]

1900

 

 

 


[i] “To the Friend of My Youth: Kitty” Kate Chopin, reprinted in Keith Stern Queers in History (Dallas 2009), p. 106

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On 11/17/2021 at 4:32 PM, Parker Owens said:

That’s such a beautiful poem; and the last four lines will re-echo in my head all evening. 

Thank you, Parker. Chopin was considered a major novelist, and she imbibed the same literary waters as a girl as many of the great writers: Maya Angelou; Eugene Field; Tennessee Williams; T.S. Eliot; William S. Burroughs; and hundreds of others (like AC Benus...) from the magical fount of blessings bubbling in Saint Louis.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:Writers_from_St._Louis   

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