They filled it in to build the road.Where the boats rocked, the cars idle now.My father can stand on the exact spothis father drowned and feel nothing move beneath him —
which is, he says, the cruelest thing they did:not taking the sea, but making it forget.We mourn the water like a man. We say its name.
About the elegyA poem of mourning or reflection, often for someone who has died.
An elegy grieves. It usually mourns a person who has died, though it can also mourn a place, a time, or something lost. It may move from sorrow toward acceptance, or simply stay with the loss. Elegies take no single fixed shape.
Listen for Grief spoken plainly, remembered details, and where the poem leaves the loss.
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Home is a word she's had to redefine more than once.
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