Excerpts from pseudophakia
by Julie Carter
genre:
Poetry
description:
sonnet, from pseudophakia
chapters
chapter 1:
But soon
chapter 2:
And silent
But soon
chapter 1
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updated 08/28/08
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I'm writing speeches for my father's wake
deciding how I'll hold my hands and head
while speaking calmly of the newly dead
enunciating grief without mistakes.
I will not pull away if strangers break
my spine in crushing hugs, attempt to thread
their fingers through my own. I will not dread
their platitudes or pity, and will make
myself a smiling puppet. Casseroles
will bring me solace. I will never cry
in public, nor permit my hands to tremble,
nor fuss when dripping calla lily bowls
are marking rings on the piano. I
will be as still as that man I resemble.
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deciding how I'll hold my hands and head
while speaking calmly of the newly dead
enunciating grief without mistakes.
I will not pull away if strangers break
my spine in crushing hugs, attempt to thread
their fingers through my own. I will not dread
their platitudes or pity, and will make
myself a smiling puppet. Casseroles
will bring me solace. I will never cry
in public, nor permit my hands to tremble,
nor fuss when dripping calla lily bowls
are marking rings on the piano. I
will be as still as that man I resemble.
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chapter 1 review
Rita
said:
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Yes, I liked it. Thoughtful and provoking of pity for those who have lost someone dear. That moment of hanging on to your dignity while in the throe...more
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chapter 1 review
Mike
said:
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i like the selfconsciousness of it. even at somebody else's funeral, all we ever think about is ourselves.
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