The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 1/25/08

[BlueIris]

"Finding A Long, Gray Hair"

I scrub the long floorboards
in the kitchen, repeating
the motions of other women
who have lived in this house.
And when I find a long gray hair
floating in the pail,
I feel my life added to theirs.

—Jane Kenyon

[CaliforniaPeggy]

1. My dear BlueIris...

Ah, very poignant...

Sweetly spoken too...

Thank you...

:hug:

[BlueIris]

2. Yep.

[Tuesday Afternoon]

3. blessed relief --

thanks.

:D

:hi:

[BlueIris]

6. Life is about balance. I don't believe in ripping people's emotions up

two nights in a row.

[RetroLounge]

4. Ah, Jane Kenyon died way too soon...

thanks for this...

RL

[BlueIris]

7. I've selected poems that tell more of her story for the February group.

So again, I remind my readers: Buckle up.

[RetroLounge]

9. From her, or Donald Hall?

or both?

RL

[BlueIris]

10. From Kenyon and from Marie Howe.

[RainDog]

5. nice contrast

with the iron hammer in Retro's post.

the incest poem you posted earlier this week was devastating. of course there is no god.

[BlueIris]

8. "...the iron hammer."

Retro!!

[RainDog]

11. ummm

okay.

Did you read that poem?

It tasted like metal. aluminum. bat. razor. fin. bedlam. brute. sometimes it's hard to talk about poetry in a reasonable language. I wonder if you're ever supposed to.

[ThomCat]

12. That feels like wonderfully positive.

And that's quite an accomplishment for a poem about something as mundane as scrubbing the floor. Wow!

:)
I'm very impressed.

[BlueIris]

13. I love poems about housework.

Perhaps I will bring more of them to the poetry breaks, I don't know. There are only so many days in a month, I don't like overwhelming people with multiple threads, and I have so many great poems I want to use.