The Faithful

By Jane Cooper 1924–2007 Jane Cooper
Once you said joking slyly, If I’m killed
I’ll come to haunt your solemn bed,
I’ll stand and glower at the head
And see if my place is empty still, or filled.

What was it woke me in the early darkness
Before the first bird’s twittering?
—A shape dissolving and flittering
Unsteady as a flame in a drafty house.

It seemed a concentration of the dark burning
By the bedpost at my right hand
While to my left that no man’s land
Of sheet stretched palely as a false morning....

All day I have been sick and restless. This evening
Curtained, with all the lights on,
I start up—only to sit down.
Why should I grieve after ten years of grieving?

What if last night I was the one who lay dead
While the dead burned beside me
Trembling with passionate pity
At my blameless life and shaking its flamelike head?

"The Faithful" from The Flashboat: Poems Collected and Reclaimed by Jane Cooper. Copyright © 2000 by Jane Cooper. Used by permission of W.W. Norton & Company, Inc.

Source: The Flashboat: Poems Collected and Reclaimed (W. W. Norton and Company Inc., 2000)

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Poet Jane Cooper 1924–2007

POET’S REGION U.S., Mid-Atlantic

Subjects Living, Sorrow & Grieving, Death


Poet Jane Cooper has been grouped with other writers of her generation: those who "came of age" during the World War II years. Writing of the constraints placed on both her individuality and her art during the repressive decade that followed the boys' return from war and women's return to the kitchens of America in an essay first published in 1974 and included in 1993's Scaffolding: Selected Poems, "The women poets I read about . . .

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SUBJECT Living, Sorrow & Grieving, Death

POET’S REGION U.S., Mid-Atlantic

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