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That’s all I have, said Muriel, The window, the sunlight, the View of the city, the smell of The room, the hardness of the Chair on which I’m sitting, Jack’s last words before he Croaked, his final letters to Her, hidden in a box beneath His shoes and suits, and the Photographs of us on our Honeymoon where the smiles Were and the laughter which Didn’t last, and his record Collection which I hated and Will probably sell or destroy Or give away to any sucker Who’ll buy. This is all that’s Left: the memories of summers, The nights of love, the lies, The cheating, the making up, The echoes from walls of his Reading aloud from the books He wrote, the unforgettable Time his daughter turned up Whom he didn’t know he had And didn’t want and who left And drowned herself by jumping From the bridge like Berryman Did the same year and almost The same place and I remember Jack’s look of disbelief when He heard the news, and this is All I have: the scene and the Sunlight and the moonlight And stars and last time we Made love on the bed in this Room and sighs and moans And the long cold afternoons.
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Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 3:32 PM UTC
THAT'S ALL I HAD. (2010 POEM)
That’s all I have, said Muriel, The window, the sunlight, the View of the city, the smell of The room, the hardness of the Chair on which I’m sitting, Jack’s last words before he Croaked, his final letters to Her, hidden in a box beneath His shoes and suits, and the Photographs of us on our Honeymoon where the smiles Were and the laughter which Didn’t last, and his record Collection which I hated and Will probably sell or destroy Or give away to any sucker Who’ll buy. This is all that’s Left: the memories of summers, The nights of love, the lies, The cheating, the making up, The echoes from walls of his Reading aloud from the books He wrote, the unforgettable Time his daughter turned up Whom he didn’t know he had And didn’t want and who left And drowned herself by jumping From the bridge like Berryman Did the same year and almost The same place and I remember Jack’s look of disbelief when He heard the news, and this is All I have: the scene and the Sunlight and the moonlight And stars and last time we Made love on the bed in this Room and sighs and moans And the long cold afternoons.
A WOMAN AND HER LIFE AFTER HE RHUSBAND DIES.
#woman#life#widow
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Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 3:32 PM UTC
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