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Written by Fr. Pier Giorgio di Cicco
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Wednesday, 26 April 2006 |
Who will bury me with this secret
that makes me sing,
bury me with this heart
that is my mouth,
my grief?
Who will take me from the
goldenrod, in any season,
and show me I was?
I have leapt past my own grave
with a song like my
bones, for
all.
And when I am gone, and have stones for eyes
and my body becomes
a farewell, I shall be redeemed
for love of
the world.
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Fr. Pier Giorgio Di Cicco |
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| Fr. Pier Giorgio DiCicco, a priest of the Archdiocese of Toronto, has authored 17 books of poetry. He was born in Italy, raised in Montreal, Boston and Toronto and has taught at the University of Toronto. He is currently Poet Laureate of the City of Toronto. His poetry is published by The Mansfield Press
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