Summer 1949
Old Series · Volume XI, No. 3

ARTHUR BOYARS

FUNERAL

Friend, you were my child
My mother also
Ages long past:

The worm is dead in the shell
The spark lit its ruin:

Saw my reflection
Stretching in crannies of earth
To hoard the last part of you:

In clay the earth gleams,
How shall it hide its gold
Till you are lost out of story:

Uneven the falling of rain—
The yellow light unexpected
Dazzles the salvager
In a year without myths.

ARTHUR BOYARS (b. 1925) is a British poet and musicologist, who is also a translator and critic, literary editor and publisher. This was his first poem published in KR.

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