… are preparing for snow. But UD, as is her tradition, now goes to Rehoboth Beach, Delaware, to celebrate Halloween. (Today will be rainy, tomorrow sunny.)
With her she will take her laptop (I think; therefore, I blog.), as well as mucho broody thoughts about her late friend David and his late sister, Eve Kosofsky Sedgwick, whose writings on depression and Buddhism I find moving and thought-provoking. I will try to write about some of this.
October 29th, 2011 at 7:17AM
Retreating Wind
When I made you, I loved you.
Now I pity you.
I gave you all you needed:
bed of earth, blanket of blue air–
As I get further away from you
I see you more clearly.
Your souls should have been immense by now,
not what they are,
small talking things–
I gave you every gift,
blue of the spring morning,
time you didn’t know how to use–
you wanted more, the one gift
reserved for another creation.
Whatever you hoped,
you will not find yourselves in the garden,
among the growing plants.
Your lives are not circular like theirs:
your lives are the bird’s flight
which begins and ends in stillness–
which begins and ends, in form echoing
this arc from the white birch
to the apple tree.
Louise Glück
October 29th, 2011 at 11:27AM
Beautiful poem, dmf, and much to the point.