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There are several posts I want to make soon (note to self: my three favorite Chicago stories right now and what books should I buy with my gift cards), but I'm just going to make this one. I know I've posted this here before, but I like to be reminded of it at the end of the year.
Three years ago now, my friend aspasia82 made me the most beautiful book, still probably my favorite gift I've ever gotten, and inside the front cover she wrote this poem:
Glass
This is a cheapjack gift at the year's end.
This is a double-glazing hymn for wind.
This is a palm frond held out to a friend
Who holds her lifeline lightly in her hand.
As fine sand filaments the unclenched hand
Or leaves the palm grit-filmed but crazed, lines end
Across prismatic windscreens. Every friend
A meteorologist's diagram of wind.
Blow smoke into the fist of either hand
And pull it tight and loop it round the end
Of every night held up by wine and friend,
Sootflecked and leaning on a London wind.
Then say our ribboned smoke's erased by wind,
Our glass is sand. You start, but in the end,
Somehow, I stay. You stay, somehow, my friend
Who grips me tightest in her open hand.
--Michael Donaghy
Merry Christmas, everybody.
Three years ago now, my friend aspasia82 made me the most beautiful book, still probably my favorite gift I've ever gotten, and inside the front cover she wrote this poem:
Glass
This is a cheapjack gift at the year's end.
This is a double-glazing hymn for wind.
This is a palm frond held out to a friend
Who holds her lifeline lightly in her hand.
As fine sand filaments the unclenched hand
Or leaves the palm grit-filmed but crazed, lines end
Across prismatic windscreens. Every friend
A meteorologist's diagram of wind.
Blow smoke into the fist of either hand
And pull it tight and loop it round the end
Of every night held up by wine and friend,
Sootflecked and leaning on a London wind.
Then say our ribboned smoke's erased by wind,
Our glass is sand. You start, but in the end,
Somehow, I stay. You stay, somehow, my friend
Who grips me tightest in her open hand.
--Michael Donaghy
Merry Christmas, everybody.