It was the favourite poem of a poet I knew whose mother had died giving
birth to him.
joanna
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From: "judy prince" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Monday, August 01, 2005 4:05 PM
Subject: Re: Cummings
> Ken, that's too difficult to read, too aching, and so necessary.
>
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> From: "Ken Wolman" <[log in to unmask]>
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> Sent: Monday, August 01, 2005 9:31 AM
> Subject: Re: Cummings
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>> Reminded of a cummings poem I've been unable to find. I read it in 1991,
>> shortly before my mother died. It demolished me. It still does. Hardly
>> a surprise.
>>
>> Ken
>> ------------------------------
>> if there are any heavens my mother will(all by herself)have
>> one. It will not be a pansy heaven nor
>> a fragile heaven of lilies-of-the-valley but
>> it will be a heaven of blackred roses
>>
>> my father will be(deep like a rose
>> tall like a rose)
>>
>> standing near my
>>
>> (swaying over her
>> silent)
>> with eyes which are really petals and see
>>
>> nothing with the face of a poet really which
>> is a flower and not a face with
>> hands
>> which whisper
>> This is my beloved my
>>
>> (suddenly in sunlight
>>
>> he will bow,
>>
>> & the whole garden will bow)
>>
>> --
>> Kenneth Wolman
>> Proposal Development Department
>> Room SW334
>> Sarnoff Corporation
>> 609-734-2538
>>
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