The Halo That Would Not Light.

When, after many years, the raptor beak
Let loose of you,
He dropped your tiny body
In the scarab-colored hollow
Of a carriage, left you like a finch
Wrapped in its nest of liners wound

With linden leaves in a child's cardvoard box.

To night the wind is hover-

Hunting as the leather seats of swings go back
And forth with no one in them

As certain and invisible as
Red scarves silking endlessly

From a magician's hollow hat
And the spectacular catastrophe

Of your endless childhood

Is done.


Wow after reading this again it brings a very sad feeling to me for many reasons. When I got done reading the poem I got the interruption that this was about a little boy and or girl that died at a very young age and was not able to live the childhood it was so post live. This was actually right on the money, and almost made me cry, because I have a very close friend in Johnstown who's parents had a baby but died within the first couple of days, and to read this really just touched me in a very sad way. This line form stanza 6 line 9-10 stated " Hunting as the leather seats of swings go back and fourth with no one in them" This is just so upsetting because you know that children love to swing and have fun, but this child cant because its life was taken away from cancer. This poem gave me the feeling that she wrote this poem to show that even something so little and helpless can have a huge impact on certain peoples lifes. Even though this child died at a young age its childhood will go on with him or her and this will be the only memories that you will remember because this is the only state that you remember seeing the child. Its is just so hard to read a poem like this because it is just the worst thing to have a child die and not be able to grow up and experience life and have the fun. They will never get this, never and its hard because they will never get to see what life really is. Sorry, this poem is just so powerful it is hard to express my feelings for it .!!!!!!!!!