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Rachel
My Dead
“Only the dead don’t die”Only they are left me, they are faithful still
whom death’s sharpest knife can no longer kill.
At the turn of the highway, at the close of day
they silently surround me, they quietly go my way.
A true pact is ours, a tie time cannot dissever.
Only what I have lost is what I possess forever.
© Translation: 1994, Jean Shapiro Cantu. Robert Friend
From: Flowers of Perhaps: Selected Poems of Rachel
Publisher: Menard, London, 1994
From: Flowers of Perhaps: Selected Poems of Rachel
Publisher: Menard, London, 1994
MY DEAD
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My Dead
“Only the dead don’t die”Only they are left me, they are faithful still
whom death’s sharpest knife can no longer kill.
At the turn of the highway, at the close of day
they silently surround me, they quietly go my way.
A true pact is ours, a tie time cannot dissever.
Only what I have lost is what I possess forever.
© 1994, Jean Shapiro Cantu. Robert Friend
From: Flowers of Perhaps: Selected Poems of Rachel
Publisher: 1994, Menard, London
From: Flowers of Perhaps: Selected Poems of Rachel
Publisher: 1994, Menard, London
My Dead
“Only the dead don’t die”Only they are left me, they are faithful still
whom death’s sharpest knife can no longer kill.
At the turn of the highway, at the close of day
they silently surround me, they quietly go my way.
A true pact is ours, a tie time cannot dissever.
Only what I have lost is what I possess forever.
© 1994, Jean Shapiro Cantu. Robert Friend
From: Flowers of Perhaps: Selected Poems of Rachel
Publisher: 1994, Menard, London
From: Flowers of Perhaps: Selected Poems of Rachel
Publisher: 1994, Menard, London
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