Juan's Song
When beauty breaks and falls asunder
I feel no grief for it, but wonder.
When love, like a frail shell, lies broken,
I keep no chip of it for token.
I never had a man for friend
Who did not know that love must end.
I never had a girl for lover
Who could discern when love was over.
What the wise doubt, the fool believes--
Who is it, then, that love deceives?
I can't find my copy of Blue Estuaries. Bogan had some weird ideas, such as her notion that Frost was all washed up when he published his first two books, A Boy's Will and North of Boston. Maybe she didn't read the later ones! Blue Estuaries is a terrific book, and I urge everyone to acquire it.
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