Index poe0002 Genre Poetry Author Shanta Walker Date 25/11/00 Title ‘Sans Surrender’ A poem from Brazil Sans Surrender Do you remember when our eyes would speak, In sacred silence, in silent sighs, And how all anguish would turn soft and meek In our eyes? Do you remember how we could embrace, Only by looking at each other’s face, And how our onlyness would leave no trace And no surprise? So strangely sobering your eyes seem scared To shed the petals of the flowers they shared And wean my wondering soul, still unprepared To wander so; Say, is it I who ‘ye simply ceased to guess? Or did you deem your deepest, dire distress Too cold and too confusing to confess, A shame to show?