This poem is taken from PN Review 98, Volume 20 Number 6, July - August 1994.
Three Poems About my Father1. During an Illness
So often, in troubled sleep, he has recurred
To trouble waking. See: gentle he looks,
The burdened patriarch I had thought immured
In tombs, in illustrated storybooks.
He has survived the vision I now see,
With time's regard, as impotent, absurd…
A figure wrenched from a lost allegory,
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