Thomas Dorsett

The Widower
“Still falls the rain”
                –Edith Sitwell

Life has too many knots
that cannot be unraveled—
Too many spiders, too many nets.

Lovely hands I held once have become dust.
(Must entropy putrefy flesh? Why?)

I’m old now, reduced to one word
on a yellowed piece of parchment
about to be thrown into the trash.

We said that word to each other many times;
she won’t say it again.

She was the only one who could tolerate me
for what I was and am. Now she’s gone.

Sun, moon, stars, planets, pain.
Man is a desert. Still falls the rain.

© Thomas Dorsett

Examples of Thomas Dorsett‘s poetry have appeared in over 500 literary journals, including ConfrontationSouthern Poetry ReviewNorth Carolina ReviewThe Texas ReviewPoem, and California Quarterly. He is the author of a number of collections as well. In addition to being a poet, a translator, and an essayist, he also has been a medical doctor for many years.

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