Age of Jahiliyah

A blog of wide and varied interest, including Islam, Muslims, Poetry, Art and much more.

Sonnet to My Father by Donald Justice

Father, since always now the death to come

Looks naked out from your eyes into mine,

Almost it seems the death to come is mine

And that I also shall be overcome,

Father, and call for breath when you succumb,

And struggle for your hand as you for mine

In hope of comfort that shall not be mine

Till for the last of me the angel come.

But, father, though with you in part I die

And glimpse beforehand that eternal place

Where we forgot the pain that brought up there,

Father, and though you go before me there,

Leaving this likeness only in your place,

Yet while I live, you do not wholly die.

 

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