Do you know this poem? it's by Christopher Reid from his recent collection about his wife's death, A Scattering:A Reasonable Thing to AskPlease explain tears. They must have some purpose that a Darwin or a Freud would have understood. Widowed, a man hears music off the radio – Handel – Cole Porter – that sharply recalls her, and they swamp up again. A faculty that interferes with seeing and speaking and leaves him feeling weaker: what does he gain by it? What do we gain by it – blind to the tiger’s leap, voiceless under the avalanche? Somebody must know.