Dear Sylvia, <br />the Magnolias are in bloom <br />along Commonwealth Avenue, <br />the ducklings are paddling <br />their down across the Public <br />Garden pools, and <br />we miss you! <br />I walked past <br />Nine Willow Street today, <br />and remembered how strange <br />to share the same 'ghosts, ' <br />or perhaps my ghosts were you: <br />At night watching the rain <br />by the window I stood silently <br />wondering why I was there <br />at all, why the rain reminded <br />me of tears, or the voice <br />I heard between the drops <br />was not mine, and why <br />the sadness I felt came from <br />a distant place, a place <br />where I would arrive years <br />later too late to tell you <br />how much I loved your last <br />poem, not knowing it <br />was just that<br /><br />Dale Edmands<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-note-for-sylvia-plath-9-willow-street-revisite/
