I
I've never hit my children.
My own father spanked me perhaps ten times:
for riding my bike on a busy street,
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Death!
seems y've won;
body's resistance,
all worn down.
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'23: July 24'
'24: October 5'
'25: February 19'
'26: December 14'
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How distant my Swabian* youth seems now.
I made a glider which really flew, you know.*
Not far, but yes, it carried me! I soared!
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I left my mittens in the Smokies.
It was that night at Maddron Bald on the ridge
after we'd hiked from Davenport Gap -
12 miles,4,000 feet.
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The golfers leave early -
September or October -
it's just you and the hickories,
the asters, the goldenrod -
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When the cold seeps through your skin,
thinking how many times you've walked here alone
when you might have been lying in the arms of lovers,
warm and comforting,
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It was cold.
Night.
January, I think.
I was wearing long underwear.
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I remember how you used to care for the flowers
and arrange the vegetables at the stand.
How carefully you drove the tractor.
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I
'She's lovely... so natural.'
A corpse pumped full of formaldehyde.
My grandmother? That prodigious maker of
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