BY ANNE SEXTON
Gone, I say and walk from church,
refusing the stiff procession to the grave,
letting the dead ride alone in the hearse.
It is June. I am tired of being brave.
We drive to the Cape. I cultivate
myself where the sun gutters from the sky,
where the sea swings in like an iron gate
and we touch. In another country people die.
My darling, the wind falls in like stones
from the whitehearted water and when we touch
we enter touch entirely. No one’s alone.
Men kill for this, or for as much.
And what of the dead? They lie without shoes
in their stone boats. They are more like stone
than the sea would be if it stopped. They refuse
to be blessed, throat, eye and knucklebone.
In the second stanza, “I cultivate/ myself” declares a mastery of language. I can only hope that I’ll be able to speak that clearly in my life, being able to attend to situations with words that fit like a glove and offer aid in times that leave us speechless.
“They lie without shoes/ in their stone boats.” What is it about the lack of shoes that so firmly grasped my attention?
The fact that I cherish those two concepts makes me seem like my friends have white hair and just want their kids “to be happy”. Well, you’re right. My friends are increasing in mean age, and not just keeping up with the rate of age inflation (aka time.) Instead of mostly 21 year old friends, I’d say the average age may fall in the thirties.
Anyway, I receive daily poems via email and today’s struck me. Here it is.
By Juhan Liiv
Translated by H.L. Hix & Jüri Talvet
It must be somewhere, the original harmony,
somewhere in great nature, hidden.
Is it in the furious infinite,
in distant stars’ orbits,
is it in the sun’s scorn,
in a tiny flower, in treegossip,
in heartmusic’s mothersong
or in tears?
It must be somewhere, immortality,
somewhere the original harmony must be found:
how else could it infuse
the human soul,
What a word is treegossip!! Into my vernacular it goes!
Putting it in my blog so I can revisit it when I’m in the School of Life’s seventy seventh grade.
I am Sophie
A drop of life
In this infinitely vast world
I am a speck
I am a peaceful shade of blue
But in no time I turn to
A vibrant lime green
Eager to get going
Excited to be living
I am a sushi roll
A lot of personalities packed
Healthy and delicious
Exotic and special
I am the Beatles
Lots of different subjects
Oldie but goodie
I am Sophie
Ready to help
Full of love
Independent and proud
I am me