Time does not bring relief; you all have lied Who told me time would ease me of my pain! I hide from him in the weeping of the rain; I fear him at the shrinking of tides; The old snows melt from every mountain-side, And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane; But last … Continue reading 47th US President Poem: Edna’s poem, revisited, by Nazer Louden-Khan