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She had died. Why now call her name? ,
Yet God, I thought that she would speak.
Then for three weeks, in my dreams she came.
She had died. Why now call her name? .
Since with growing time, growing shame,
and deeper death, our recall's weak.
She had died. Why now call her name?
Yet God, I thought that she would speak.
Glenn Bagshaw
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/afterwards-triolet/
