"For The Dead"
I dreamed I called you on the telephone
to say: Be kinder to yourself
but you were sick and would not answer
The waste of my love goes on this way
trying to save you from yourself
I have always wondered about the left-over
energy, the way water goes rushing down a hill
long after the rains have stopped
or the fire you want to go to bed from
but cannot leave, burning-down but not burnt-down
the red coals more extreme, more curious
in their flashing and dying
than you wish they were
sitting long after midnight
6 comments:
I am so sad. She will be deeply missed.
Very sad news. I'll mourn her passing by spending some time with my well-thumbed copies of The Dream of a Common Language and What Is Found There.
What a tremendous loss for all of us. I had the opportunity to attend several of her lectures as an undergrad. She was a treasure.
One of my favorite poems from one of my favorite poets.
Brilliant writer and activist. She leaves behind a powerful legacy.
Sad. Just plain sad.
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