IF THERE ARE ANY HEAVENS

if there are any heavens my mother will(all by herself)have
one.	It will not be a pansy heaven nor
a fragile heaven of lilies-of-the-valley but
it will be a heaven of blackred roses

my father will be(deep like a rose
tall like a rose)

standing near my

swaying over her
(silent)
with eyes which are really petals and see

nothing with the face of a poet really which
is a flower and not a face with
hands
which whisper
This is my beloved my

			(suddenly in sunlight

he will bow,

&the whole garden will bow)


 

	

		
Edward Estlin CUMMINGS