Monday, September 15, 2008

Kay Ryan, Poet Laureat

I heard Kay Ryan on a show last night. I went hunting for a few poems of hers. I found this one. It speaks to me. Makes me think of my mom and my grandmother.


A life should leave
deep tracks:
ruts where she
went out and back
to get the mail
or move the hose
around the yard;
where she used to
stand before the sink,
a worn-out place;
beneath her hand
the china knobs
rubbed down to
white pastilles;
the switch she
used to feel for
in the dark
almost erased.
Her things should
keep her marks.
The passage
of a life should show;
it should abrade.
And when life stops,
a certain space—
however small —
should be left scarred
by the grand and
damaging parade.
Things shouldn't
be so hard.

1 comment:

merlyna said...

what a poem.... there's something haunting yet beautiful in this poem...

how are you doing Jen? how's life?