Wind stirs the gauze from the stone and we see his Hebrew name didn't you miss me before the service is done my mother far grander than ziggurats my brother deeper than caves and I am called to take up the speckled pebbles I bethought myself perhaps the skin of which served to secure the veil it is we who ought to think only of love until he now is fully revealed of night itself that doesn't depend on a guide @3Hyman Walter@1 the same crowd that a year ago prayed not for me to do wrong who never did right at his burial now summers again rash in pressing for consent by his side crying openly those few in a mystery which seems to threaten some union and shows how deeply I brooded weeping very clearly finally soberly life which you thought you'd give everything to come to find out you resist everything for children of the mourners at the site in a mood which broke up our evening run and sing for his pleasure why kiss me lightly at your stop and not linger the rabbi winces as a jet lowers to La Guardia my case was this and anyone may judge father whose trust suns the tiger lilies whispers in my ear something about the blocked view we stroll around and around and I fail to alert you the family has lunch at the Seville where you're from where you're going we lounge over a meal because who knows when we will ever... the thing you find so precious is all over town | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COUNTRY SUMMER by LEONIE ADAMS THE DIVINE IMAGE, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE TO THE BOY by ELIZABETH CLEMENTINE DODGE KINNEY FAIRYLAND (1) by EDGAR ALLAN POE TO F - (MRS. FRANCES SARGENT OSGOOD) by EDGAR ALLAN POE AN HYMN IN HONOUR OF BEAUTY by EDMUND SPENSER RECOLLECTION by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH PATTY MORGAN THE MILKMAID'S STORY: 'LOOK AT THE CLOCK!' by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |