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