This poem is taken from PN Review 5, Volume 5 Number 1, October - December 1978.
Seven PoemsTHE ALMOND
Today is a bad day-
Before you went away.
I consult the same clock-
And you wear your white frock.
I have that much to fear-
By which you disappear.
Your imposed widowhood-
I have not understood.
[Your imposed womanhood.]
I see you standing where
the terrain dupes your care.
And your pallid stone
irretrievably stone.
The memory of my
insensitivity
buries you beneath the
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