The water, you remember, Was so cold it took our breath Until we laughed. The sun didn't shine down there at all Except at noon. You remember. No one Ever took your picture there, but this one: Granite walls, deep water, cedar, your favorite spot, Where I threw your ashes into the falls. I like the hat you're wearing. Father's straw one, Though it casts your eyes in shadow. I can tell what time it is By how much of you is missing. The children can go swimming now. Sometimes things happen this way, And I can't talk about it. There are smaller, darker shadows gathered in your ears. They are planning an invasion. Listen, You can't even hear them. You are turning to the camera, saying yes. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SELF-REJECTED by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER ON LIVING, FROM LIFE IS A DREAM by PEDRO CALDERON DE LA BARCA LOVE'S JUSTIFICATION by MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI IAMBICUM TRIMETRUM, FR. LETTER TO HARVEY by EDMUND SPENSER THE LAND OF NOD by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON PANEGYRIC by ABU BAKR MUHUMMAD THE FOUR ZOAS: NIGHTS THE FIRST AND SECOND by WILLIAM BLAKE A WOMAN'S SONNETS: 8 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT BRITANNIA'S PASTORALS: BOOK 1. THE EPISTLE DEDICATORY TO LORD ZOUCH by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |