Dexter fans will understand if I take this public space to announce the death of my mother, suddenly in her 82nd year. She was a good and beautiful woman who in her youth resembled Ingrid Bergman, a fiercely devoted mother and a loving wife.
A few birthdays ago I sent her the following e.e. cummings poem:
if there are any heavens my mother will(all by herself)have
one. It will not be a pansy heaven nor
a fragile heaven of lilies-of-the-valley but
it will be a heaven of blackred roses
my father will be(deep like a rose
tall like a rose)
standing near my
swaying over her
(silent)
with eyes which are really petals and see
nothing with the face of a poet really which
is a flower and not a face with
hands
which whisper
This is my beloved my
(suddenly in sunlight
he will bow,
& the whole garden will bow)
Posted by Dexter at August 7, 2004 02:26 PM