years of studying the patterns of the moon
did not prepare me for the stone flower
you would become as you lay breathing
alongside me in our well made bed
from Dried Blood (1990)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is amazing. It touches on profound loss in a way that I haven't encountered many times. How content we may be at times, and perhaps precisely then knowledge of the future is most unwelcome. Amazing, Rich!
I appreciate the time you took to read & send a note! - Rich =: -)