[I won’t be able to write from the grave]

I won’t be able to write from the grave

so let me tell you what I love:

oil, vinegar, salt, lettuce, brown bread, butter,

cheese and wine, a windy day, a fireplace,

the children nearby, poems and songs,

a friend sleeping in my bed—

and the short northern nights.

This poem appeared in Selected Poems of Fanny Howe by Fanny Howe, published by University of California Press, 2000. (Available direct from University of California Press)

źródło: Read A Little Poetry

10.09.2026

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[I won’t be able to write from the grave]

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