In typical post holiday blues fashion, I’ve been hibernating these past few week scanning negatives day in and out; avoiding the cold and drinking tea, watching obscure documentaries on netflix and ordering books from the library. A trip to the basement for some irrelevant cooking tool last week yielded a nostalgic 30 minute dive into a box of beloved books seldom seen. I came across The Penguin Anthology of 20th Century American Poetry and immediately sought out this poem… A favorite since my days at Sarah Lawrence, sitting in that dimly lit Tudor hall as Marie Howe delivered us this gift. Not a day goes by that I don’t feel the weight of these words.
With deep gratitude and love, I dedicate this post to my friends and lovers and Don: ” I am gripped by a cherishing so deep…i am living, I remember you” – M.H.