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If I Could Mourn Like A Mourning Dove

Written by: Frank Bidart | Biography
 | Quotes (19) |
 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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