She sat upon the floor <br />Looking through a pile of letters, <br />She took them up and tossed them <br />Like so many cold ashes. <br />She took the familiar pages <br />And gazed at them strangely, <br />The way souls look from above <br />At their discarded bodies . . . <br />O, how much life was in them, <br />Life irrevocably lived! <br />O, how many bitter moments, <br />How much love and joy now dead! . . . <br />I stood silently aside <br />Ready to fall on my knees, <br />And I grew terribly sad, <br />As if in the presence of a dear ghost.<br /><br />Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-sat-upon-the-floor/
