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“Look for me under your boot-soles” – Whitman, “Song of Myself”
I don't have to rage;
I don't have to cry;
but I'm at that age
I'll be passing by.
I'll wave as I go;
I'll smile if I can.
Don't let your tears flow--
I'll give you a hand--
I just won't have speech,
except in your head.
Which will be a reach,
considering I'm dead.
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Radio
I left it
on when I
left the house
for the pleasure
of coming back
ten hours later
to the greatness
of Teddy Wilson
"After You've Gone"
on the piano
in the corner
of the bedroom
as I enter
in the dark
from New and Selected Poems by David Lehman
Love this poem!
Posted by: Denise Duhamel | February 05, 2022 at 07:44 AM
Beautiful riposte to W W's melodrama.
Posted by: David Schloss | February 05, 2022 at 08:17 AM
Thanks, Denise and David!
Posted by: jim c | February 05, 2022 at 03:53 PM