Still another poem in which her heart honors her mother and Rose.
Eternity
To Mama and Rose
Out of the dusk, a flame –
Out of the sky, a star,
Dripping light.
Out of my body, soul -
Out of my heart, my love,
Golden white,
Plunged in Hereafter
On dust-of-silver laughter,
Seeking you!
E. Coffey
This is one I remember Evelyn reciting for us, that faraway look in her eyes, she being THERE in the moment in which this poem was born. The word PLUNGED makes me think of a dagger, but it makes me think, too, of water, of trusting ourself to an element that is alien to us, might smother us, but also makes us weightless. Her memory of their laughter, now transformed in her imagining to silver dust! She ahd such a way of being THERE and HERE at the same time, and bringing us to both places in her poetry, in her eyes.
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