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Florence Miller
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MY FATHER DYING
for Julius Shank (1893-i973)
Each day you look thinner and younger
Today you are sixteen on the tenement roof
Wearing your wing collar
Watch chain looped across your waist
You lift your eyebrow
You know I'm here
Are you thinking of the time
Your mother brought you grapes
From the Crimea
The year the Cossacks came
I croon love words
Stroke the hollow of your cheek
When you speak to me for the last time
I cannot hear you.
These poems appear in Miller's Upriver:
New and Selected Poems,
Shakespeare's Sisters Press.
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