Stanley Jasspon Kunitz

(1905-2006 / Worcester, Massachusetts)

The Portrait - Poem by Stanley Jasspon Kunitz

My mother never forgave my father
for killing himself,
especially at such an awkward time
and in a public park,
that spring
when I was waiting to be born.
She locked his name
in her deepest cabinet
and would not let him out,
though I could hear him thumping.
When I came down from the attic
with the pastel portrait in my hand
of a long-lipped stranger
with a brave moustache
and deep brown level eyes,
she ripped it into shreds
without a single word
and slapped me hard.
In my sixty-fourth year
I can feel my cheek
still burning.

Topic(s) of this poem: father

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 3, 2015

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