"The Letter"
Linda Gregg
I’m not feeling strong yet, but I am taking
good care of myself. The weather is perfect.
I read and walk all day and then walk to the sea.
I expect to swim soon. For now I am content.
I am not sure what I hope for. I feel I am
doing my best. It reminds me of when I was
sixteen dreaming of Lorca, the gentle trees outside
and the creek. Perhaps poetry replaces something
in me that others receive more naturally.
Perhaps my happiness proves a weakness in my life.
Even my failures in poetry please me.
Time is very different here. It is very good
to be away from public ambition.
I sweep and wash, cook and shop.
Sometimes I go into town in the evening
and have pastry with custard. Sometimes I sit
at a table by the harbor and drink half a beer.
On this day in...
2011:
"You may forget, but" by Sappho2010:
"Egg" by C.G. Hanzlicek2009:
"Poema 18 ('Here I Love You')"
by Pablo Neruda2008: Weekend, no poem
there is a light somewhere./it may not be much light but/it beats the darkness.