Fall 1946 • Vol. VIII No. 4 PoetryOctober 1, 1946 |

Grandmother

       Collage of wood, needle point       page from bible, pressed flowers           by Arthur C. Dove        (Museum of Modern Art) There could have been violets or a   black silk bag, the climate of   opera, the season of conscious   melancholia. Instead, there Are only these mementoes, cozy as   a lighted room on a rainy day.   The wood was grained to growth;   the needlepoint a refuge like Ophelia's flowers; and the hetero-   sexual words required a reader's   conjugation. Here is the   autocratic mothemess of people; But here the flowers' absent perfume   sheds the recollected gult. As   music resolves loneliness, these   curios resolve an infantile Dependency, a hurt healed, but more   plausibly the bitter tea's sweet   sediment. Progress always leaves   someone behind, or at least aCathartic memory that cleanses and   forgets. These objects salve the

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