No one sends flowers
And little cards to lift
Crushed spirits up
No one offers mass
And nine-day prayers
For the battered heart to find
Its peace
No kind epitaphs
Nor eulogies singing praises
And no comes to do
Your wearisome chores for you
When love dies
You cry your cries
Alone.
(imagine, finding this poem lost between piles of mai's previous emails about Carlo.)
1 comment:
that's a poem in her book "somewhere between your smile and your frown. 1982" try to find a copy. it's a very beautiful and elaborate poetry about love and the lack of it.
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