The Widow's Lament in Springtime
Sorrow is my own yard:
I sink as though I were
a diving bell--
I am 65-years-old
and I am failing
like the elderly voices
I remember
from childhood.
I am Flossie
of Paterson
land of brown dirt
blown in
and I will leave
this planet
soon.
[Flossie Williams was the wife of William Carlos Williams (1883-1963), who spent almost his entire life in his native New Jersey. Williams was a medical doctor, poet, novelist, essayist, and playwright. With Ezra Pound and H.D., Williams was a leading poet of the Imagist movement and often wrote of American subjects and themes. Though his career was initially overshadowed by other poets, Williams became an inspiration to the Beat generation, and particularly Allen Ginsberg, in the 1950s and 60s]
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This is just to say I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold (!)
gorgeous Renee. really stunning. Thank you. what a beautiful poem to go to sleep on tonight. All the images and words are right!!!
Lucy