This weekend’s poetry slightly delayed by massive writing commitments (Michelle’s) and a weekend trip to Atlanta for a Big Fat Southern Wedding (mine). In honor of the bride and groom and the best weekend with friends that I’ve had in a looooong time, I give you the Bard’s Sonnet...
Good advice from a Nobel winner.
If I could live again my life,
In the next one – I’d try to make more mistakes,
I wouldn’t try to be so perfect, I’d be more relaxed,
I’d be sillier than I’ve been,
In fact, I’d take things much less seriously.
I’d be less...
This one is for Michelle:
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
From my favorite 20th century American poet, Mary Oliver.
When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse
to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;
when death comes
like the measles-pox;
when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades;
One of my favorite poems about the dilemmas of life as a woman; it’s crisp, acerbic and right on the mark. Bonus points for the c-word.
Hypocrite women, how seldom we speak
of our own doubts, while dubiously
we mother man in his doubt!
And if at Mill Valley perched in the trees
the sweet rain drifting...
This poem is part of the eulogy I’ve written for my grandmother’s memorial service tomorrow. It’s by Hannah Szenes, a Hungarian Jewish poet, playwright and partisan fighter who was executed by a German firing squad in 1944. It’s translated from the Hebrew.
There are stars up above,