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POEM AT THE DEATHBED OF AN ATHEIST
- The Yale Review
- Johns Hopkins University Press
- Volume 104, Number 2, April 2016
- p. 31
- 10.1353/tyr.2016.0115
- Article
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3 1 R P O E M A T T H E D E A T H B E D O F A N A T H E I S T F R A N N I E L I N D S A Y He can still make out basic shapes: his son’s hand laid on his, his tray brought close, a spoon of pudding lifted to his mouth, although he pushes it away – his appetite now shutting down; he can still hear you if you shout, the way his parents used to scold their dog; the shouting comforts him – a music station left on low to help him sleep; and he hates prayer but lets a little bit get said, as long as those who say it say it without telling him, and call it something else; and keep a proper distance, like the thin, aloof house cat he’s fed for eighteen years who curls at his feet from time to time, then for its private reasons slinks away. ...