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First Line: This body of my mother, pierced by me
Last Line: My sister, heralded by no moan, no sound.
Subject(s): Death; Graves; Marriage; Parents; Dead, The; Tombs; Tombstones; Weddings; Husbands; Wives; Parenthood


This body of my mother, pierced by me,
In grim fulfilment of our destiny,
Now dry and quiet as her fallow womb
Is laid beside the shell of that bridegroom
My father, who with eyes towards the wall
Sleeps evenly; his dust stirs not at all,
No syllable of greeting curls his lips,
As to that shrunken side his leman slips.

Lo! these are two of unabated worth
Who in the shallow bridal bed of earth
Find youth's fecundity, and of their swift
Comminglement of bone and sinew, lift
—A lover's seasonable gift to blood
Made bitter by a parchéd widowhood—
This bloom of tansy from the fertile ground:
My sister, heralded by no moan, no sound.





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