Had you a dress
would cover you all
in beautiful echoes
of all the flowers I know,
could you come back again,
bones and all,
just to talk
in whatever sound,
like letters spelling words,
this one says, Mother,
I love you–
that one, my son.
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I really like the opening stanza and the letters.
*Applause*
HW
It is a lovely poem. I’m very fond of Creeley’s work, which one could tell, I suppose, from the number of times I’ve posted poems of his.
Glad you liked it.