I had read that Meghan O Rourke had written of her grief in poetry form too. I am unwilling to ride the wave of grief with the authors and poets. And so Joan Didion's good prose too loses it lacquer wit no grief to nurse.
'Red fingernails' in My Aunts
Word play of exist and insist in 'Diagnosis'.
Te poet cant help notice the parallels of gradual decay of a dead squirrel with the effects of chemotherapy.
some poems from Kenyon Review -
in 'Twenty first century fireworks poem -
The future hasn't arrived. It is all still a dream,
a night sweat to be swum off
in a wonderland of sand and bread
Inventory of grief
poems about her mother and a while after her passing away. While the first is true for ever, the second came into being because of the mothers death.
normal vs complicated grief
A mother makes a daughter
by dividing
The hands, the nose, the feet
all grow by multiplying
in 'Inventory' poem
in 'Twenty first century fireworks poem -
The future hasn't arrived. It is all still a dream,
a night sweat to be swum off
in a wonderland of sand and bread
Inventory of grief
poems about her mother and a while after her passing away. While the first is true for ever, the second came into being because of the mothers death.
normal vs complicated grief
A mother makes a daughter
by dividing
The hands, the nose, the feet
all grow by multiplying
in 'Inventory' poem
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