showed me this poem and now i love it too. and this is also because i ate a slice of pizza with the man and shook his hand and left grinning ear to ear. (and it won't let me post it with the line breaks as they should be but...)
by James Galvin
In all the farewells in all the airports in all the profane dawns.
In the Fiat with no documents on the road to Madrid.
At the
corrida.
In the Lope de Vega, the Analena, the Jerome.
In time
past, time lost, time yet to pass.
In poetry.
In watery deserts, on
arid seas, between deserts and seas.
In sickness and in health.
In
pain and in the celebration of pain.
In the delivery room.
In the
garden.
In the hammock under the aspen.
In all the emergencies.
In
the waterfall.
In toleration.
In retaliation.
In rhyme.
Among cherry
blossoms blowing in wet, blowing snow, weren't we something?
4 comments:
i loved your email so much. so dreamy and poetic. the first time i heard this poem, the last line literally took my breath away. so beautiful. i'm so proud of you! and so glad you posted this. I had it memorized at one point, maybe to whip out at a dramatic breakup or something?
Woah. Wow. This is yet another example of why lists are fast becoming my favorite form in any artistic medium. Visually, literarily, musically, there's just nothing like a well thought out list. And sometimes, if you're lucky, it becomes as beautiful and evocative as this list is!
I JUST READ THIS POEM TWO SECONDS AGO FROM A STACK OF CARDS ASH MAE GAVE ME TWO SUMMERS AGO.
and then i logged on to this site because i wanted to post it.
we really, truly, hugely are connected.
oh em gee!!!! THAT CARD IS THE ONE THAT INSPIRED THIS!!!!! yeah lia and ashmae!
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