Lament Poem by robert dickerson

Lament

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the snow falls on my fathers' bed
on the foot
on the head
the snow falls on my fathers' bed
all the night and morning long

my fathers' bed is in the ground
his sleep is deep
his sleep is sound
my fathers' bed is in the ground
na will he soon awaken

his earthly day was not so long
but thirty year
or very near
his earthly day was not so long
the reason more to mourn him

the devil took him by the hand
and turned him on
to heroin
the devil took him by the hand
and that is why he's gone

softly on the dreaming land
sifts and blows
the gleaming snow
softly on the weeping land
and on my fathers' stone

the snow falls on my fathers' bed
on the foot
on the head
the snow falls on my fathers' bed
all the night and morning long.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Madeline 31 March 2019

Beautiful and melancholy. True lament.

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Rajesh Thankappan 14 January 2015

An interesting poem which warns us all against reckless living and a very touching one too.

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Bryan Seyffert 10 November 2012

Wow so deep! When you get to the devil took him by the hand and turned him on to heroin the imagery smacks you in the face! ! Keep on writing man.

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S.m. Kozubek 07 January 2012

This poem is poignant, heartfelt. Thank you. Keep up your writing.

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Warren Falcón 27 September 2011

Robert, This astonishes, admonishes me to mourning and song. I was surprised by the heroin. And then the snow fell into an utterly tender, brutal meaning. Truly, a lamentation psalm.

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