“Father” by A.R. Ammons

4 Sep

I dreamed my father flicked

in his grave

the like a fish in water

wrestled with the ground

surfaced and wandered:

I could not find him

through woods, roots, mires

in his bad shape: and

when I found him he was

dead again and had to be

re-entered in the ground:

I said to my mother I still

have you: but out of the 

dream I know she died

sixteen years before his

first death:

as I become a child again

a longing that will go away

only with my going grows.

-from Briefings: Poems Small and Easy, 1971


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