For Albany readers: Here is an upcoming event that
you should not miss. Marie Howe, poet, teacher, caregiver, and as of next week,
Poet Laureate of New York State, will be reading her poems at SUNY Albany next
Thursday September 20th at 8pm. The reading and ceremony will be at
Page Hall, 135 Western Avenue, at 8pm.
My favorite of Marie’s books is called, “What the
Living Do”. Here is the poem that titles her stunning collection of poetry:
WHAT
THE LIVING DO
by Marie Howe
Johnny, the kitchen sink has been clogged
for days, some utensil probably fell down there.
And the Drano won't work but smells
dangerous, and the crusty dishes have piled up
waiting for the plumber I still haven't
called. This is the everyday we spoke of.
It's winter again: the sky's a deep,
headstrong blue, and the sunlight pours through
the open living-room windows because the
heat's on too high in here and I can't turn it off.
For weeks now, driving, or dropping a bag
of groceries in the street, the bag breaking,
I've been thinking: This is what the living
do. And yesterday, hurrying along those
wobbly bricks in the Cambridge sidewalk,
spilling my coffee down my wrist and sleeve,
I thought it again, and again later, when
buying a hairbrush: This is it.
Parking. Slamming the car door shut in the
cold. What you called that yearning.
What you finally gave up. We want the
spring to come and the winter to pass. We want
whoever to call or not call, a letter, a
kiss--we want more and more and then more of it.
But there are moments, walking, when I
catch a glimpse of myself in the window glass,
say, the window of the corner video store,
and I'm gripped by a cherishing so deep
for my own blowing hair, chapped face, and
unbuttoned coat that I'm speechless:
I am living. I remember you.
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