Thursday, December 18, 2008

Sharing Another Poem, with Shout-out

Sometimes I read a poem and feel like it is a secret, special message for me or someone in my life. It's usually the narrator's voice that pulls me in, that makes me feel like there is a piece of myself coexisting in someone else. It sets my insides aflutter in the way few things can.
This one made me think of my sister-in-law. She really loves animals, and not because they are cute, like most people do. I think she really respects them in the way the poet describes. I could almost see her drinking tea (freshly-picked) in her kitchen, looking out the window at her big gorgeous dogs, her wild little kittens, and her horses with their tails swaying. 
She is a really wonderful person, and I miss her. Thank god for the internet.

Returning to Earth
by Jim Harrison
I'm getting very old. If I were a mutt
in dog years I'd be seven, not stray so far.
I am large. Tarpon my age are often large
but they are inescapably fish. A porpoise
my age was the King of New Guinea in 1343.
Perhaps I am the king of my dogs, cats, horses
but I have dropped any notion of explaining
to them why I read so much. To be mysterious
is a prerogative of kingship. I discovered
lately that my subjects do not live a life,
but are life itself. They do not recognize
the pain of the schizophrenia of kingship.
To them I am pretty much a fellow creature.
From The Shape of the Journey: New & Collected Poems. Copper Canyon Press.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Woof! Meow! Neigh! We are honored and enjoying the spotlight together. Thanks for the poem and the fabulous compliment I take it as. ( my subjects are still confused about what it exactly means but that is better for the group as a whole :) The Grant and Washington pic at the top is just perfect (again). Makes it seem like it's just around the corner.
Lots of Love, Nolie