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J e a n n e   B e r n h a r d t
The Snow Poems


When you die and we who are here
gather together in the same room
not children but with children
I will say it is the sky that makes me laugh
it is space that is infinite
where you are

There will be voices and crying
and questions never answered
but what were those questions anyway
and why?

When you die I will stop pretending
that close & beginning
hold anything less/ hold anything greater
it will rain (it always rains)
and there will be airplanes and sirens
and vastness and cities

and you will be the one, among us, who isn't sad
the oddest day - your leaving.


Jeanne Bernhardt 2004


Last updated 13 July, 2004