It's the other ones, who soon enough return to being happy after the funeral, that are nearest to their own deaths -- in their gaiety and everyday distraction, they're so open and unguarded . . . @3anything@1 could enter them; could claim them. It's the ones who weep incessantly that are saved for now, the ones who have taken a little of it into their systems: this is how inoculation works. And sorrow is difficult, a job: it requires time to complete. And the tears? -- the salt of the folk saying, that gets sprinkled over the tail feathers and keeps a bird from flying; keeps it stationed in this world. Copyright © 2001 by The Modern Poetry Association. This poem appears in January 2001 issue of @3Poetry@1 Magazine. http://www.poetrymagazine.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LILY, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE EVENING STAR by THOMAS CAMPBELL THE WITCH by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE ON SOME LINES OF LOPE DE VEGA by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1709-1784) BOSTON by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE LONG HILL by SARA TEASDALE THE TENT ON THE BEACH: 11. ABRAHAM DAVENPORT by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |