This poem is taken from PN Review 79, Volume 17 Number 5, May - June 1991.

Stargazer

Robert Richman
 
Before the petals swirled around your mouth and eyes;
Before the crows browsed among the herbage
That guarded your little rise;
Before the final sigh
Unthreaded the confusion, hope and rumor of hope
That bound you to your days -
You apportioned to each son an image of yourself
Viewed now by the youngest one and his young daughter
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