National Poetry Month: Day 15. “Stonecrop” by Don Share
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)
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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 translation of Miguel Hernández, I Have Lots of Heart, received the TLS Translation Prize and the PEN/New England Discovery Award.