1 Mar 2022

 A Manual for Cleaning Ladies

By Lucia Berlin

1 comment:

Tom said...

As a tribute to Sasha who attended our bookclub for many years and died recently I am posting this poem:

Do not stand
By my grave, and weep.
I am not there,
I do not sleep—
I am the thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints in snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle, autumn rain.
As you awake with morning’s hush,
I am the swift, up-flinging rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight,
I am the day transcending night.
Do not stand
By my grave, and cry—
I am not there.