“The Age Demanded” by Ernest Hemingway
The age demanded that we sing
And cut away our tongue.
My head has been too stuck in the above mode this last month. Too much going on, too many hours at the office, sapping the good stuff of life too quickly and consistently, before the tree can replenish itself, and I haven’t been feeling myself. Or reading. Or watching movies. Or just being happy.
But like I said the other day, Maine was restorative. And gave glimpses of an alternative life. And has come amid serious digging. Digging out of the hole, catching up with what overtook me earlier this year and especially this summer. I’m starting to have some success there, I think. We’ll see.
So, I’ve moved on to poems about digging out and replenishing.
“Living with the News” by W.S. Merwin.
Can I get used to it day after day
a little at a time while the tide keeps
coming in faster the waves get bigger
building on each other breaking records
“We grow accustomed to the Dark-” by Emily Dickinson.
The Bravest – grope a little -
And sometimes hit a Tree
Directly in the Forehead -
But as they learn to see -
“Ways of Talking” by Ha Jin.
After losing a land and then giving up a tongue,
we stopped talking of grief
Smiles began to brighten our faces.
We laugh a lot, at our own mess.
“Heart” by Sue Song.
Forgive those years I left you
pounding your Morse of grief, alone—
On the other side of refilling, I hear there are good things and good sleep.
“Send Me a Leaf” by Bertolt Brecht.
“Lights Out” by Edward Thomas.
Here love ends,
Despair, ambition ends;
All pleasure and all trouble,
Although most sweet or bitter,
Here ends in sleep that is sweeter
Than tasks most noble.