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Angeline
Angeline
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At the funeral home
grandma threw herself on your coffin.
Maybe you weren't named right.
Death was confused, should have come
for her, for any of the old ones.
She pounded her head on the brass,
sobbing. The men had to pull her off,
and I felt nothing.

That morning
Aunt Florence dressed me as if
I were a child, rolling on nylons,
dropping the black sheath over me,
asking what shoes I would wear--
as if what a shoe was or why
one foot moves with the other
has any relationship to a world
with a dead sister.

It was cold in the synagogue,
I think, and the Rabbi said we
are all children of Israel, but Daddy
paid him after the burial and he left
for the train to New York.

I felt nothing anyway.

My mouth fumbled over Kaddish,
like a bad actor I forgot my lines.
Someone hugged me from behind
when they tore my black armband.
They said I cried then, just the once,
but the blessing of not feeling
is a gift in hardship, and now
when I finger that frayed black grosgrain,
I still feel nothing.

Angeline
Angeline
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dr_mabeusedr_mabeuseabout 19 years ago
"Maybe you weren't named right."

No. None of us are, are we?

"Feeling nothing" can mean two things too, can't it? Not feeling, or feeling nothingness. One's what the poet feels, the other, her sister.

BooMerengueBooMerengueover 19 years ago
Ooops...

I thought I had already commented on this one. I loved it Ange... a lot! I felt it and that's my benchmark. Thanks!

flyguy69flyguy69over 19 years ago
A moving image

The feeling of not feeling

Grief is personal

Cannot be defined in "Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders"

But it can be shared in poetry

and lessened

Lord DragonsWingLord DragonsWingover 19 years ago
I love it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You have done excellent. The flood of emotions you cover are done perfectly. Very touching and illustrates the feelings one has at a tragic moment.

AnonymousAnonymousover 19 years ago
hf

high-five

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