Sunday, May 9, 2021

if there are any heavens




if there are any heavens my mother will(all by herself)have
one. It will not be a pansy heaven nor
a fragile heaven of lilies-of-the-valley but
it will be a heaven of blackred roses
my father will be(deep like a rose
tall like a rose)
standing near my
swaying over her
with eyes which are really petals and see
nothing with the face of a poet really which
is a flower and not a face with
which whisper
This is my beloved my
                                   (suddenly in sunlight
he will bow,
&the whole garden will bow)

 —E. E. Cummings 


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