Where ever brave men stand, they now must bow.

"if there are any heavens my mother will (all by herself) have
one. It will not be a pansy heaven nor
a fragile heaven of lilies-of-the-valley but
it will be a heaven of blackred roses

My father will be (deep like a rose
tall like a rose

standing near my

(swaying over her
silent)

with eyes that are really petals and see

nothing with the face of a poet really which
is a flower and not a face with hands
which whisper
This is my beloved my
( suddenly in the sunlight
he will bow,

& the whole garden will bow)

E.E. Cummings

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