In the canon
Daddy
- Form
- Form Poem
- Year
- Year 1965
- Pages
- Pages 3
A daughter turns on the memory of the father who has loomed over her life like a black boot, and in a chant of nursery rhythms and war images finally declares herself through with him.
You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years
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