Thursday, October 14, 2010

A man lives...

One of my favorite bloggers responded to what I wrote yesterday by suggesting I read this poem:

How right she was to do so…

Part of the poem reads:

A man lives for as long as we carry him inside us,
for as long as we carry the harvest of his dreams,
for as long as we ourselves live,
holding memories in common, a man lives.
Poets have this knack for condensing into simple turns of phrase the mysteries of life and the universe. Patten wrote exactly what I needed, what I wanted to say for myself. I dare not reproduce any more of it for fear of bringing the wrath of the copyright gods down upon my head.

I like poetry even better when I can hear it, and  You-Tube has kindly provided a video of the poet reciting the poem at the grave of a friend.

Thank you Weaver

1 comment:

Oklahoma Granny said...

I missed your post (and many others) yesterday so I had to go back and read it. What a lovely tribute to your mother. I think I've commented before that you were truly blessed with a wonderful, warm, caring mother. How wonderful for you that you have not only your memories, but tangible reminders of one so precious.