I AM a young girl; <br />I live here alone: <br />I write long letters <br />But there is no one <br /> <br />For me to send them to. My heart <br />Teaches me loving words to use, <br />But I can repeat them only <br />In the garden, to the tall bamboos. <br /> <br />Expectantly I stand beside the door. I raise <br />The hanging mat. I, <br />The letter folded, gaze out <br />And see shadows of the passers-by. <br /> <br />In the garden the fire-flies <br />Quench and kindle their soft glow: <br />I am one separated, <br />But from whom I do not know.<br /><br />Padraic Colum<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/young-girl-annam/
