For my mother, born in March 1902, died in March 1959
, and my father, born in February 1900, died
in June 1959.
is over, say, and walk away from the church,
refusing the stiff procession to the grave,
leaving the dead travel alone in the hearse.
is June. I'm tired of being courageous. drove to the Cape.
grow where the sun pours down from heaven,
where the sea swings like a gate
and we were excited. Is in another country where people die. Dear , wind and rock falls
from water and gentle when we touch
completely penetrate us. No one is alone.
Men kill for it, or things like that. What happens to the dead?
lie without shoes in their boats stone. They are more like stone
than it would if it stopped the sea.
refuse to be blessed, throat, eye and knuckle. Anne Sexton
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