I did but see you once, and that <br />Upon some distant screen, <br />You spoke of life and love, and death, <br />And wickedness, supreme; <br />Your eyes reflected truth and pain, <br />Of life's relentless round, <br />Where happiness is one brief glimpse <br />Before death puts us down. <br /> <br />You spoke of your dear daughter <br />How she passed within your arms, <br />How sudden stillness stayed your grief <br />And soothed your vague alarms, <br />You fear not death, nor even life <br />You said, and won my heart, <br />For such as you inspire the few <br />Too timid to depart. <br /> <br />Your face reflects the aura <br />That we see in ancient saints, <br />Like Joan of Arc, you fight each cause, <br />Ignore mankind's restraints, <br />The lessons of your life have left <br />A glow within your mind, <br />Of fire and ice, behind the eyes <br />Of troubled womankind. <br /> <br />1 July 2008<br /><br />David Lewis Paget<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/isabel-allende/
