#112 A Grief Poem She walks in beauty, like the night I stole these words from Byron, and spoke them sotto voce when She walked through the door and across the room and into my soul until Death do us in. And Death done so, taking Her from me too soon in the fecund fullness […]
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“Isn’t it weird,” I said, “the way you remember things, when someone’s gone?” What do you mean?” I ate another piece of waffle. “When my dad first died, all I could think about was that day. It’s taken me so long to be able to think back to before that, to everything else.” Wes was
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“Grief reunites you with what you’ve lost. It’s a merging; you go with the loved thing or person that’s going away. You follow it a far as you can go. But finally,the grief goes away and you phase back into the world. Without him. And you can accept that. What the hell choice is there?
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Grief is a House grief is a house where the chairs have forgotten how to hold us the mirrors how to reflect us the walls how to contain us grief is a house that disappears each time someone knocks at the door or rings the bell a house that blows into the air at the
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When I think of death, and of late the idea has come with alarming frequency, I seem at peace with the idea that a day will dawn when I will no longer be among those living in this valley of strange humors. I can accept the idea of my own demise, but I am unable
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