National Poetry Month: Day 15. “Stonecrop” by Don Share

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Stonecrop

In the crop of stone,
your ink was ripe.

Like stonecrop
with no stone,

the dying inherit
the dead, cut

what they can’t
untie. They chew

but never swallow:
God alone is full.

It saw what is fragile
break.

(in memory of Rachel Wetzsteon and Sarah Hannah)

Don Share

Don Share is Senior Editor of Poetry magazine. His books of poems are Squandermania; Union; and The Traumatophile; forthcoming are two books about the poet Basil Bunting. His translations of Miguel Hernández, I Have Lots of Heart, received the TLS Translation Prize and the PEN/New England Discovery Award.


Original poetry published by The Rumpus. More from this author →