When you are gone, there is nor bloom nor leaf, <br />Nor singing sea at night, nor silver birds; <br />And I can only stare, and shape my grief <br />In little words. <br /> <br />I cannot conjure loveliness, to drown <br />The bitter woe that racks my cords apart. <br />The weary pen that sets my sorrow down <br />Feeds at my heart. <br /> <br />There is no mercy in the shifting year, <br />No beauty wraps me tenderly about. <br />I turn to little words- so you, my dear, <br />Can spell them out.<br /><br />Dorothy Parker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/little-words/
