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P. H. T. by Edward Thomas

I may come near loving you When you are dead And there is nothing to do And much to be said. To repent that day will be Impossible For you and vain for me The truth to tell. I shall … Continue reading

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Feel Me by May Swenson

“Feel me to do right,” our father said on his deathbed. We did not quite know—in fact, not at all—what he meant. His last whisper was spent as through a slot in a wall. He left us a key, but … Continue reading

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Digging by Seamus Heaney

Between my finger and my thumb The squat pen rests; snug as a gun. Under my window, a clean rasping sound When the spade sinks into gravelly ground: My father, digging. I look down Till his straining rump among the … Continue reading

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Your Father On The Train of Ghosts by G. C. Waldrep

Your father steps on board the train of ghosts. You watch him from the platform: somehow, he doesn’t look as old as you expected him to be. You think this must have something to do with the light, or maybe … Continue reading

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Heart’s Needle by W. D. Snodgrass

For Cynthia When he would not return to fine garments and good food, to his houses and his people, Loingseachan told him, “Your father is dead.” “I’m sorry to hear it,” he said. “Your mother is dead,” said the lad. … Continue reading

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