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When Our Fathers Return to Us as Birds by Peter Markus

sriq's review

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"Whatever words my father might speak/
now that he is dead are obvious ones"

"I do not beg for one more day./
Those days are over. Wait here, I tell them."

"I was willing to be whoever might help him remember/
all the times he believed he would never die."

"When night falls everything in this poem--the birds, the tree/
my father, the river--will remain what they are in the dark."

awxblue's review

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emotional hopeful reflective sad medium-paced

4.0

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