request and a poem
My mother was just diagnosed with Non-Hodgkins lymphoma and has not been given much time left to live. Please, leave poetry about deaths and losing family members or even getting over it or anything that can make me feel better. I can't imagine poetry failing me now.
In return:
Why A Man Cannot Have Wings - Alfian bin Sa'at
Because he will crash ( Read more... )
In return:
Why A Man Cannot Have Wings - Alfian bin Sa'at
Because he will crash ( Read more... )
to love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you've held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
when grief weights you like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief,
you think, How can a body withstand this?
Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you, again.
EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE ALRIGHT by Derek Mahon
How should I not be glad to contemplate
the clouds clearing beyond the dormer window
and a high tide reflected on the ceiling?
There will be dying, there will be dying,
but there is no need to go into that.
The poems flow from the hand unbidden
and the hidden source is the watchful heart.
The sun rises in spite of everything
and the far cities are beautiful and bright.
I lie here in a riot of sunlight
watching the day break and the clouds flying.
Everything is going to be all right.
My thoughts are with you and your family. *hugs*
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