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Mary Stanley

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The Widow

Irrefrangible, by fire hardened,
tempered by ice, this love I bear him now,
being dead, beyond all comfort burdened,
unalterable as law, will neither grow
nor lessen. Time my catalyst has shaped
this stone no weather shall wear down
or stream polish to anonymity. O raped,
bruised, blinded this once was green; the flame
of sap rose to a kiss, and kissing fought
to die a death other than this he took
by one stray bullet of a war. What weight
of years and earth the living tree made rock
has shrunk my cooling flanks, given nurse to ghosts
nightly importunate at flattened breasts.


Mary Stanley

Last updated 26 November, 2002