“Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones Forget not.” LyingFatherForgetLordColdPureMountainStonesSaintBonesOur FatherAlpine Book:The Complete Poems Source: The Complete Poems
“A rich man's body is like a premium cotton pillow, white and soft and blank. ''Ours'' is different. My father's spine was a knotted rope, the kind that women use in villages to pull water from wells; the clavicle curved around his neck in high relief, like a dog's collar; cuts and nicks and scars, like little whip marks in his flesh, ran down his chest and waist, reaching down below his hip bones into his buttocks. The story of a poor man's life is written on his body, in a sharp pen.” MenWellsKindLittlesDifferentStoriesUseBodyLife IsFatherWaterWhitePoorRichCuttingWrittenDogMarkBonesFleshHipsRanNecksReliefReachingPensVillageChestsScarBlankRopePillowWhipsSpineCottonRich ManPoor ManCollarsPremiumButtocks Author:Aravind Adiga
“The grief of losing my father has come in waves over the years, as it does with most people. His love and devotion as a father provided my closest, most intimate relationship. Dad, and our time together, is in my bones. While reflecting on him, the memories themselves seem to boil down into certain 'essences of Dad.'” PeopleYearsDoeSeemsTogetherCertainFatherMemoriesGriefDadLosingEssenceWaveBonesDevotionIntimateOur TimeClosestHis LoveReflectingTime TogetherIntimate RelationshipsOur Time Together Author:Jennifer Grant
“I grow old, I grow old, the center will not fold. In youth I had hardening of the categories and looked for the father and the mother in every lover. Then I cracked. Then I fragmented. Then the old man in my soul found the god in herself, not in some Jungian fairy tale but in the flesh that fell from the bones and the words that came into my mouth when the look went out of their eyes.” MenLooksSoulEyeMotherFoundFatherGrowsYouthLoversMouthsBonesFleshTalesMy SoulFairyOld ManCategoriesFairy TaleFoldsCrackedFragmented Author:Jennifer Stone
“Gamaun is a dainty steed, Strong, black, and of a noble breed, Full of fire, and full of bone, With all his line of fathers known; Fine his nose, his nostrils thin, But blown abroad by the pride within; His mane is like a river flowing, And his eyes like embers glowing In the darkness of the night, And his pace as swift as light.” LightEyeNightFatherStrongBlackLinesKnownDarknessFirePrideFineRiversHorseBonesNobleNosesHis EyesPaceGlowingEmbersDainty Author:Bryan Procter