Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ORIGIN, by NAOMI DUCKMAN FURTH First Line: I cannot believe that he is dead Last Line: And my lips still taste of his. Subject(s): Breasts; Death; Lips; Dead, The | ||||||||
I cannot believe that he is dead And yet they say he is; But my breasts still feel his fingers And my lips still taste of his. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND |
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