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Long Winter
At the end of the universe, you hope
they will be there, two little ones
whose only desire was to play
you’d like to see them as older:
both feet out of the womb
late to hold, no paternal rendezvous,
but they didn’t get their chance to choose—
it’s as if they died of too much joy
before their time
they will be there, two little ones
whose only desire was to play
you’d like to see them as older:
both feet out of the womb
late to hold, no paternal rendezvous,
but they didn’t get their chance to choose—
it’s as if they died of too much joy
before their time
Published 2nd Dec 2022
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2nd Dec 2022 11:27am
The end of this poem is great. The “died of too much joy” concept is sweet and powerful while also being troubling in a subtle way. There’s a simplicity to this piece that really works for it, engaging directly with the reader’s emotions.
