Sonnet for My Daughter on Her Birthday
Let me not admit November’s wild
Transition into winter’s dark, my child,
Could ever turn the light out in your mind
Or cause the love within you to unbind.
Oh no, you woke in autumn’s grip but kept
It at arm’s length until you walked and leapt
Across the calendar of time and thought
And showed me everything you found and brought
From icy mornings to the changing seasons,
From cold conclusions to the warming reasons,
To daughter me to father forth my vision,
To light a fire of love and firm decision
To love you always, always newly prove
That I will stay beside you, never move.
Archives for November 2018
Occasional Sonnet
November 29, 2018 by at 9:47 pm
God is in Your Typewriter
November 14, 2018 by at 11:49 pm
From the introduction to Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems
Dy-no-mite!
November 12, 2018 by at 4:17 pm
Dynamite
From the latest biography of the Ur Existentialist, I Am Dynamite!, by Sue Prideaux. On the whole it’s very good, and of course Nietzsche really did sign his letters as “the Crucified” towards the end. But this seems to expect an awful lot of the poor guy.
My Mother, Urs
November 2, 2018 by at 11:28 am
My mother, Urs
Is not averse
To what is claimed
To be not worse,Like apple cores
And wooden floors
And husbands blamed
For broken doors,But woe betide
The other side
If they, enflamed,
Should try her pride,For she will cut
Their fattened butt,
Unfurl her famed
Derisive tut,And bring them low
To eat some crow
Till they be lamed
And in the know.
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