[lit-ideas] Re: First Thanksgiving
- From: Mike Geary <jejunejesuit.geary2@xxxxxxxxx>
- To: lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Sat, 19 Nov 2011 18:53:13 -0600
Thanks, Julie. I love that. Send it to Facebook. If you don't, I will.
Mike
On Sat, Nov 19, 2011 at 9:04 AM, Julie Krueger <juliereneb@xxxxxxxxx> wrote:
> (Olds is such a fav of mine...) First Thanksgiving
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> by Sharon
> Olds,<http://www.elabs7.com/c.html?rtr=on&s=fj6,te1z,dv,i5be,b227,m9hw,l29c>
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> When she comes back, from college, I will see
> the skin of her upper arms, cool,
> matte, glossy. She will hug me, my old
> soupy chest against her breasts,
> I will smell her hair! She will sleep in this apartment,
> her sleep like an untamed, good object,
> like a soul in a body. She came into my life the
> second great arrival, after him, fresh
> from the other world—which lay, from within him,
> within me, Those nights, I fed her to sleep,
> week after week, the moon rising,
> and setting, and waxing—whirling, over the months,
> in a slow blur, around our planet.
> Now she doesn't need love like that, she has
> had it. She will walk in glowing, we will talk,
> and then, when she's fast asleep, I'll exult
> to have her in that room again,
> behind that door! As a child, I caught
> bees, by the wings, and held them, some seconds,
> looked into their wild faces,
> listened to them sing, then tossed them back
> into the air—I remember the moment the
> arc of my toss swerved, and they entered
> the corrected curve of their departure.
>
> "First Thanksgiving" by Sharon Olds, from *Strike Sparks: Selected Poems
> 1980-2002*. © Alfred A. Knopf, 2004. Reprinted with permission
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> Julie Krueger
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