Ah, dear! So sad. I wonder if it matters? As I read the poem I imagined a necklace made of alternating matched pearls. We build such memorials slowly over time.
A person and his manuscript, his essence in both, I imagine. So sad. I know how treasured the ashes of a loved one are.....I cant bear to part with even a teaspoon of mine.
A subtle and skilful poem - tenderly and powerfully written
ReplyDeleteStunning write.
ReplyDeleteAh, dear! So sad. I wonder if it matters? As I read the poem I imagined a necklace made of alternating matched pearls. We build such memorials slowly over time.
ReplyDeleteBoth really and each a precious memory so beautifully written.
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A person and his manuscript, his essence in both, I imagine. So sad. I know how treasured the ashes of a loved one are.....I cant bear to part with even a teaspoon of mine.
ReplyDeleteI just hope that there was no real difference with manuscript and him... so touching and beautiful
ReplyDeleteA sweet conceit! And I too think they are essentially the same.
ReplyDeleteWhew, this is evocative and a bit chilling. Fine poetry expands the mind!
ReplyDeleteThey are both him of course for they are both who he was and what he did...and for the narrator a memory.
ReplyDeletethere's so much pain & longing in these brief lines.
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