A man lives...

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

So many different lengths of time by Brian Patten.

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