This man knew out the secret ways of love,
No man could paint such things who did not know.
And now she's gone, who was his Cyprian,
And you are here, who are -The Isles- to me.
And here's the thing that lasts the whole thing out:
The eyes of this dead lady speak to me.
Of Jacopo Del Sellaio
Ezra Pound
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Poem topics: I love you, speak, secret, lady, love, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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