E.E. Cummings – my father moved through dooms of love
my father moved through dooms of love
through sames of am through haves of give,
singing each morning out of each night
my father moved through depths of height
Madeline Tiger – Sun-Day
For my daughter, Barbara Joan,
You left a radiance in my room
The sunlight spread today
even though, when you were here
it seemed all dark as if a warning cloud
and thunderous announcements
hung above us.
There comes the strangest moment in your life,
when everything you thought before breaks free—
what you relied upon, as ground-rule and as rite
looks upside down from how it used to be.
—But roughly but adequately it can shelter
In which she whomped
and tamped the earth to make a floor.
Beat a rhythm-rain
of brunts with oar and haft.