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Bidart,
Frank
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 Email Poem
If I Could Mourn Like A Mourning Dove
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Written by:
Frank
Bidart
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It is what recurs that we believe,
your face not at one moment looking
sideways up at me anguished or
elate, but the old words welling up by
gravity rearranged:
two weeks before you died in
pain worn out, after my usual casual sign-off
with All my love, your simple
solemn My love to you, Frank.
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