Fall 2014 • Vol. XXXVI No. 4 PoetryOctober 1, 2014 |

But Do Not Let Them Know You Were Alone When You Died

Leave it behind it will be too cumbersome to bear across the vast fields it only lengthens the distance of dying but do not let them think you were alone when you died          speak early of your grief to someone you loved and of your love earlier to someone you lost do not take love with you leave it with them leave without it so as not to leave with sorrow too let neither love nor sorrow nor grief hinder the awkward coming undone let it not make you miss           your step already swathed in shrouds of blindness let it go let them wonder how light you have become in the quiet raft of your body           and do not let them know you were alone when you died look they are waiting for you by the river

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Harold Schweizer is professor of English at Bucknell University. His volume of poems, The Book of Stones and Angels, is forthcoming from Tupelo Press. His most recent book is On Waiting with Routledge.

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