To My Dear Parents In a new house I live alone. My mother and father Both are gone. They are cancelled by Electric words And classed as something I once heard From a woods now buried, From a sky now full. Where are my parents And their hard will? How huge and fiery These years have grown, To make them nothing! All I have known Since then is God's— This conflagration, The horror of His dispensation. Command or comfort I have not heard, But see—burned in my tongue, These must be His electric words. The New Criterion, vol. 18, #10 (June 2000), p. 36.

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