I needed, for months after he died, to remember our rooms—
some lit by the trivial, others ample
with an obscurity that comforted us: it hid our own darkness.
So for months, duteous, I remembered:
rooms where friends lingered, rooms with our beds,
Browse below for poems about funerals.
|2015||Patsy Cline||Jennifer Chang|
|2015||Only as the Day Is Long||Dorianne Laux|
|2015||More Stones||Andrea Cohen|
|2015||The Sadness of Clothes||Emily Fragos|
|2015||Mozart Songbook||Joan Larkin|
|2015||Do Not Speak of the Dead||Cecilia Llompart|
|2015||Rooms Remembered||Laure-Anne Bosselaar|
|2014||Before and Every After||Marianne Boruch|