I’ve seen you many times in many places–
Theater, bus, train, or on the street;
Smiling in spring rain, in winter sleet,
Eyes of any hue in myriad faces;
Midnight black, all shades of brown your hair,
Long, short, bronze or honey-fair.
Instantly have I loved, have never spoken;
Slowly a truck passed, a light changed,
A door closed–all seemingly pre-arranged–
Then you were gone forever, the spell was broken.
Ubiquitios only one, we’ve met before
A hundred times, and we’ll meet again
As many more; in hills or forest glen,
On crowded street or lonely, peaceful shore;
Somewhere, someday–but how will we ever know
True love, how wil we ever know?
Ode To The Only Girl
Analysis, meaning and summary of John Williams's poem Ode To The Only Girl
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