He died in December. He must descend
Somewhere, vague and cold, the spirit and seal.
Somewhere, Imagination one’s one friend
Cannot see there. Both of us at the end.
Nouns, verbs do not exist for what I feel.
[John Berryman {1914-1972} 'Epilogue', from The art of losing : poems of grief and healing, ed. by Kevin Young]
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