Monday, February 26, 2007

Elegy

A new poem, with the usual disclaimers about poetry not being autobiography, etc. And in case you're thinking, "hey, waitaminute," yes, I know, it sounds like Plath. So?


Audio.


ELEGY

I’m told that I resemble you. I do,
It’s true, like an Arab a Jew, I can see

Me in you, right to my left shoe, bootstrapped
And blue. Dear zeyda, dear grampa, dear Lou,

Let’s marry, let’s say our I do’s, our boo-
Hoos, our adieus. She never left you—you

Were threaded in her like a screw, staining
Her like a tattoo, drubbing and draining

Her blue. It was you, Lou, you who flew,
Old Lear, into rages and bottles and fugues,

Into the storm you flew—where I met you,
Cursing the gods and the fools who weren’t you.

And goddamnit, grandfather, I am you,
Stubborn, wicked and true. I never knew

You in life, but I didn’t need to—
And it’s not long now till I’m dust, too.






2 comments:

Brenda Schmidt said...

Nice! Hearing it really makes a difference. I can't read aloud where I'm staying, so my first encounter was with the text only. However, I do have headphones here, so was very glad to see the audio.

Brenda Schmidt said...

Oops. To see the audio link, I mean...