Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Tuesday's Trust - Loss

Tuesday's Trust



is so rare, any such handful of ash

holds the whole world's weight.

~Mary Karr


The following poem, written by Mary Karr, with change of adjectives and gender could describe my own experience...


~Mary Karr

As the boy's bones lengthened,

and his head and heart enlarged,

his mother one day failed

to see herself in him.

He was a man then, radiating

the innate loneliness of men.

His expression was ever after

beyond her. When near sleep

his features eased towards childhood,

it was brief.

She could only squeeze

his broad shoulder. What could

she teach him

of loss, who now inflicted it

by entering the kingdom

of his own will?


...When is it late enough to write about our loss, in a way that can be redemptive? Perhaps, like Milosz...

Late Ripeness

Not soon, as late as the approach of my ninetieth year

I felt a door opening in me and I entered

the clarity of early morning.

One after another my former lives were departing

like ships together with their sorrow.

And the countries, cities, gardens, the bays of seas

assigned to my brush came closer,

ready now to be described better than before.

I was not separated from people, grief and pity joined us.

We forgetI kept sayingthat we are all children of

the King...

~Czeslaw Milosz

Quote, Mary Karr, from poem, "A Tapestry Figure Escapes for Occupancy in the Real World, Which Includes the Death of Her Mother," Mary Karr, Sinners Welcome, p. 43

Poem, "Entering the Kingdom," Mary Karr, Sinners Welcome, p. 32

Poem, a portion of the poem, "Late Ripeness," by Czeslaw Milosz, as quoted by Mary Karr in Sinners Welcome, p. 93


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