request and a poem

Sep 19, 2011 23:14

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... )

alfian bin sa'at, -request

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poppyromanov September 20 2011, 03:52:06 UTC
I'm sorry to hear that :( I made a similar request a few months back, here's the link to the thread in case any of those poems appeal to you: http://greatpoets.livejournal.com/3166860.html#comments

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seasight September 20 2011, 04:05:29 UTC
The Thing Is - Ellen Bass ( ... )

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seasight September 20 2011, 05:08:06 UTC
This book always gets me through hard times- I find it very calming and uplifting. I really recommend checking it out.

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thewickedtongue September 22 2011, 02:47:27 UTC
The Yellow Dot
-Robert Bly

God does what she wants. She has very large
Tractors. She lives at night in the sewing room
Doing stitchery. Then chunks of land at mid-
Sea disappear. The husband knows that his wife
Is still breathing. God has arranged the open
Grave. That grave is not what we want,
But to God it’s a tiny hole, and he has
The needle, draws thread through it, and soon
A nice pattern appears. The husband cries,
“Don’t let her die!” But God says, “I
Need a yellow dot here, near the mailbox.”

The husband is angry. But the turbulent ocean
Is like a chicken scratching for seeds. It doesn’t
Mean anything, and the chicken’s claws will tear
A Rembrandt drawing if you put it down.

(In memory of Jane Kenyon)

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poetic_self September 20 2011, 08:39:12 UTC
Sorry to hear ( ... )

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poetic_self September 20 2011, 08:59:27 UTC
Talking to Grief
by Denise Levertov

Ah, grief, I should not treat you
like a homeless dog
who comes to the back door
for a crust, for a meatless bone.
I should trust you.

I should coax you
into the house and give you
your own corner,
a worn mat to lie on,
your own water dish.

You think I don't know you've been living
under my porch.
You long for your real place to be readied
before winter comes. You need
your name,
your collar and tag. You need
the right to warn off intruders,
to consider my house your own
and me your person
and yourself
my own dog.

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elnigma September 20 2011, 16:13:39 UTC
<3 this one thanks for posting

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