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I'm a poet and I know it

I'm tired this morning. After a lovely night at fellow Slow Traveler Marcia’s house where we ate, drank and made some merry, I came home and chatted with a friend overseas until the wee hours. Now I'm up getting caffeinated as I have yet another gig I have to run in a few hours. Another gig outside in the heat, that is. I'm getting tired of these!

I'm one of those people that can come home terribly late and stay up reading poetry in bed. After my hot bath last night I curled into bed to read some of my favorites. I have stacks of books in my bedroom (yes, I actually read books) and love to return to the people I've grown so fond of again and again before my day ends and I'm on to a new one.
I become more me this way...

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On one side of my bed are the stacks of novels, usually travelogues written by women about their time claiming their independence or settling into a new country.

Tales of a female nomad by Rita Golden Gelman is by far one of the best travelogues I've ever read and I think she's the cat's meow. It is a book I think all women should read. It's not at all fluffy and she doesn't write about finding a man to take care of her. She writes about self discovery and creating her own sense of bliss and taking on the world and becoming a local wherever she goes. She really is the ultimate Slow Traveler. I'd like to meet her some day. I think we'd click.

On my night table I have the poets. These are the books that are earmarked and yellowing and show much loving wear. Ah, there's Whitman, Paz, Neruda, Rilke and my girl Marina Tsvetaeva.

These are my people...

And look, there's the book I had on the bus from NYC back to providence all those years ago, that time I read poems to the handsome man next to me who turned out to be a zoologist. I had just purchased that book and he told me as he was interested in my love of poetry, so I read him "Zoo Keeper's Wife." He loved it. I told him I had been writing poetry myself since the age of ten (it's true). I told him about my college mentor, the woman I adored and who helped me find my voice, Mary Karr, and how I lived for words.

I still do.

The zoologist and the poet; we were fine traveling companions that day.

That book, Love Poems by Women, is filled with poems written by women all over the world and through the ages. I have been in possession of this book for many years now. She and I, we know each other well. She knows my moods, my needs and my desires. She could tell you what pages she opens to most often. She knows my insides, this book of poems by women. She knows the me I tuck away from the world.

This is perhaps one of my favorite poems. It is written by Nina Cassian, a wonderful Romanian poet. She writes what I think. I savor whatever she puts on the page.


PRAYER

If you really exist - show up
as a bear, a goat, a pilot,
come with eyes, mouth, voice,
- demand something from me,
force me to sacrifice myself,
take me in your arms, protect me from above,
feed me with the seventh part of one fish,
hiss at me, reanimate my fingers,
refill me with aromas, with astonishment
- resurrect me.

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Comments (5)

My all time favorite poet is Robert Frost.
I also like e.e. cummings and Shakespeare's sonnets.
I find this one, by Emily Bronte, divine:

Faith and Despondency

'The winter wind is loud and wild,
Come close to me, my darling child;
Forsake thy books, and mateless play;
And, while the night is gathering grey,
We'll talk its pensive hours away;--

Kathy:

I love that one. I happen to be a Frost fan as well.

There's no finer way to spend a cold and unwelcoming day than to curl up with a favorite poet...

Kathy:

Say Leslie, do you read Emily Dickinson? I find this poem so tender and sweet:

If I can stop one heart from breaking
I shall not live in vain
If I can ease one Life the Aching
Or cool one Pain

Or help one fainting Robin
Unto his nest again
I shall not live in Vain.

That is so gorgeous. It put a smile on my face. It's cold here, the wind is making the bare magnolia tree branch whip against my window. The cats get disturbed and flicker their ears in their sleep when it happens.
I sip hot tea and turn up the electric blanket.

Kathy:

Cats, hot tea and poetry. That's as good as it gets!

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