[Did you love well what very soon you left?]

[Did you love well what very soon you left?]

Original Text
Hacker, Marilyn. Love, Death, and the Changing of the Seasons. New York: Arbor House, 1986: 212. PS 3558 A28l6 Robarts Library
1Did you well what very soon you left?
2Come home and take me in your arms and take
3away this stomach ache, headache, heartache.
4Never so full, I never was bereft
5so utterly. The winter evenings drift
6dark to the window. Not one word will make
7you, where you are, turn in your day, or wake
8from your night toward me. The only gift
9I got to keep or give is what I've cried,
10floodgates let down to mourning for the dead
11chances, for the end of being young,
12for everyone I loved who really died.
13I drank our one year out in brine instead
14of honey from the season of your tongue.
RPO poem Editors
Ian Lancashire, assisted by Ana Berdinskikh
RPO Edition
2009