"I don’t usually remember my dreams. But after a poet-friend wrote to tell me of her father’s death, my own dead father appeared to me in a strangely sweet tableau. I don’t know if an elegy can properly be a gesture of friendship, but in the same way her news triggered my father’s brief return, the poem responds to the gift of her poems with a gift of poetry."
Brian Teare at Poem-A-Day
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