the whole garden will bow

For my mother, who died six years ago today, a poem by e.e. cummings:

if there are any heavens my mother will (all by herself) have
one. It will not be a pansy heaven nor
a fragile heaven of lilies-of-the-valley but
it will be a heaven of blackred roses

my father will be (deep like a rose
tall like a rose)

standing near my

(swaying over her
silent)
with eyes which are really petals and see

nothing with the face of a poet really which
is a flower and not a face with
hands
which whisper
This is my beloved my

(suddenly in sunlight

he will bow,

& the whole garden will bow)

 

Comments

[Cari Ferraro]

Such a beautiful poem and wonderful tribute to your mother.
Cari

[Debra She Who Seeks]

A lovely and loving tribute.

[Beth]

Beautiful. My mother also died six years ago at the end of October. I love thinking of her and my dad in this image. Thanks. And hugs.

[James Wells]

Ecstatically reverent and untterly fitting. A lovely tribute, Lunaea.

[Kaira Sherman]

Hello James and Everyone,
This is a very beautiful poem. Your mum would be proud!
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Kaira