But sometimes I think the way we most appreciate the ones we love is when we are most aware of the presence of death--ours and theirs.This poem is one of a large group of poems Tess Gallagher wrote after the death of her husband the short story writer and poet Ray Carver. Carver had been hospitalized with alcoholism a number of times before he quit drinking. He and Gallagher met at a writers' conference and ended up buying a house together.
Black Valentine
from Fleda Brown: Traverse City Record-Eagle: On Poetry: Sad valentine, still beloved
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