Two from Memory Gardens (New Directions, 1986):
FOR TED BERRIGAN
After, size of place
you’d filled
in suddenly emptied
world all too apparent
and as if New England
shrank, grew physically
smaller like Connecticut,
Vermont – all the little
things otherwise unattended
so made real by you,
things to do today,
left empty, waiting
sadly for no one
will come again now.
It’s all moved inside,
all that dear world
in mind for forever,
as long as one walks
and talks here,
thinking of you.
***
HEAVEN KNOWS
Seemingly never until one’s dead
is there possible measure –
but of what then or for what
other than the same plagues
attended the living with misunderstanding
and wanted a compromise as pledge
one could care for any of them
heaven knows, if that’s where one goes.
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