Wednesday, June 20, 2012

A love poem from 1896

Fire runs through my body with the pain of loving you

Pain runs through my body with the fires of my love for you

Sickness wanders my body with my love for you

Pain like a boil about to burst with my love for you

Consumed by the fire with my love for you

I remember what you said to me

I am thinking of your love for me

I am torn by your love for me

Pain and more pain

Where are you going with my love?

I am  told you will go from here

I am  told you will leave me here

My body is numb with grief

Remember what i have said,  my love

Good bye, my love, good bye.

This poem, recited by an anonymous Kwakuitl Indian of Southern Alaska to a missionary in 1896, captures the excruciating pain of lost love.

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