Saturday, October 27, 2012

A Country Incident : Poem In Your Post

Absorbed in planting bulbs, that work of hope,
I was startled by a loud human voice,
“Do go on working while I talk. Don’t stop!”
And I was caught upon the difficult choice—
To yield the last half hour of precious light,
Or to stay on my knees, absurd and rude;
I willed her to be gone with all my might,
This kindly neighbor who destroyed a mood;
I could not think of next spring any more,
I had to re-assess the way I live.
Long after I went in and closed the door,
I pondered on the crude imperative.

What it is to be caught up in each day
Like a child fighting imaginary wars,
Converting work into this passionate play,
A rounded whole made up of different chores
Which one might name haphazard meditation.
And yet an unexpected call destroys
Or puts to rout my primitive elation:
Why be so serious about mere joys?
Is this where some outmoded madness lies,
Poet as recluse? No, what comes to me
Is how my father looked out of his eyes,
And how he fought for his own passionate play.

He could tear up unread and throw away
Communications from officialdom,
And, courteous in every other way,
Would not brook anything that kept him from
Those lively dialogues with man’s whole past
That were his intimate and fruitful pleasure.
Impetuous, impatient to the last,
“Be adamant, keep clear, strike for your treasure!”
I hear the youthful ardor in his voice
(And so I must forgive a self in labor).
I feel his unrepentant smiling choice,
(And so I ask forgiveness of my neighbor).
 
                                       - May Sarton
 
This one's for all of us who cherish our quotidian acts of sowing and reaping, of tending imperfectly to our weedy gardens.
 
And for Poetry Out Loud, coming soon to a classroom near you, as long as our politicians in DC keep funding the National Endowment for the Arts.  So vote for those who'll do so, y'all. 
 
MFB,
L
 
 

2 comments:

Laura BookSnob said...

HI Laurie,
I was just talking about you today. I am at a reading retreat and we read a great poetry book called Book of Fire by Cary Waterman and she joined us for our discussion. The question was asked how has poetry influenced our life and I talked about you and how you influenced me to include poetry on my blog. So thanks!

Maybe next year you could come to Minnesota in the fall and join me at the reading retreat.

I hope your classes are good this year.
Laura

Laurie said...

Hi Laura,
So glad to know that you're enjoying a weekend reading retreat: how decadent! I would love to join you next year, should the stars align appropriately for an autumn get-away.
Thanks so much for your kindness as well, and for spreading the poetry-love on Booksnob.
L

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