On Grief (2/7/84) From My Book "Til Death Did Us Part'

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This was written a month after my husband, age 40, died of pancreatic cancer. I self published a poetic journal a year later, and this poem is from that book.

On Grief (2/7/84) From My Book "Til Death Did Us Part'

I can't tell you my sadness.
It pours out of the words in which I try to contain it.
I can't show you my sadness.
It would frighten you with its terrible ugliness,
  and most of you would turn away.
I can't put away my sadness.
It has soaked through every pore of my skin
   and flooded inside me.
So I will pretend to live each day
  until enough time has passed
    and shrunk this great sadness
        to a mere puddle in some corner of my heart.

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nytwind16 commented on On Grief (2/7/84) From My Book "Til Death Did Us Part'

06-29-2011

It's honest and touching..It reaches out to the readers..great job!

chopkins123 commented on On Grief (2/7/84) From My Book "Til Death Did Us Part'

09-20-2010

I LIKE THE LINE IT FLOODED INSIDE ME. REALLY TOUCHING AND REALISTIC. I KNOW THE PAIN. GOOD WORK

ccslim commented on On Grief (2/7/84) From My Book "Til Death Did Us Part'

11-11-2009

Nice touch! I felt hiddenness but see. I eased through fluid and touched! Great write!

Gramma2

11/11/2009

Thank you. It is so gratifying to hear from other poets. Now i will look up YOUR poems.

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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