Invisible
Elizabeth Devereux
1934 to 2023
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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That burns still bright, though body's no longer whole.
You pat my hand, all pity, no real care,
Convinced that you'll never be caught in age's snare.
Invisible worlds crown our silver heads.
If I should stumble, fall upon the stone,
You rush by, averting eyes from my weathered face,
Would you perceive – not spirit, not the soul
Once, I danced in Singapore's gilded halls,
You'd rush to help, but only flesh and bone
Blind to the tapestry of years I've laced.
You see a crone, a burden, naught but old,
I wandered Europe's cobbled streets,
Not the tales of fire and ice I hold.
Behind each lined face, a universe grows.
My eyes, though dimmed, have witnessed war and peace,
In Seville's sun, I found my stage,
Wrinkled hands clutch worn wooden canes,
I loved a pilot who kissed the sky,
Penned verses of loss and bittersweet.
Shuffling past, unseen, unheard, unnamed.
Remember, then, these words from one who knows:
A genteel beggar, an artful sage.
In every elder's step, a lifetime treads,
But time ticks on, relentless in its march,
My voice, though soft, once made the mighty cease.
Fled war's fury, scaled fortune's falls.
And you too shall pass beneath its arch.
His crash, my heart's unending cry.