"Nevermore" by Katie Manning
Nevermore
It wasn’t until after your death that the combination of barking with my little boys and teaching poetry to college students opened a page of my memory to an old book of animal sounds. You read it to me so often, going through the standard noises — bark, meow, moo, baa — but then, beside a photo of a large black bird, the words: “And you know what the raven says.”
But we didn’t know. I was only a few years old and wouldn’t read Poe until high school. You didn’t go to school past 8th grade because you were working in the fields with your family. The book was making a joke we couldn’t get. “Caw?” you’d say. “I think so. I wonder why they wrote it like that.” And now here I am, crying out for my lost love, and I know what the raven says.
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