What a great poem. It gave me goosebumps and it made me think of another one that made me cry first time i read it (and that probably is well known, although I first read it last tuesday)
** On finding an Old Photograph
Yalding, 1912. My father in an apple orchard, sunlight patching his stylish bags;
three women dressed in soft, white blouses, skirts that brush the grass; a child with curly hair.
If they were strangers it would calm me - half-drugged by the atmosphere - but it does more -
eases a burden made of all his sadness and the things I didn't give him.
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and it made me think of another one
that made me cry first time i read it
(and that probably is well known, although I first read it last tuesday)
**
On finding an Old Photograph
Yalding, 1912. My father
in an apple orchard, sunlight
patching his stylish bags;
three women dressed in soft,
white blouses, skirts that brush the grass;
a child with curly hair.
If they were strangers
it would calm me - half-drugged
by the atmosphere - but it does more -
eases a burden
made of all his sadness
and the things I didn't give him.
There he is, happy, and I am unborn.
(Wendy Cope)
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