I stand by your tombstone
and think that if suddenly
you’d rise up beside it
I’d lend you my pouch,
spare pipe and tobacco,
striking a match on the marble
where three circles intertwine…
If I only could get you contentedly smoking
with your back to those stone abstractions,
BEAUTY, TRUTH, and LOVE,
I know I would like you then.
Source: Cogswell, Fred. When the Right Light Shines. Borealis Press, 1992.
Thanks to Kathleen Forsythe, literary executor to Mr. Cogswell, for permission to use this poem.