Today is

   "A word to the wise ain't necessary --  
          it's the stupid ones that need the advice."
					-Bill Cosby

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Poem of the Day

Mirror In February

The day dawns with scent of must and rain,
Of opened soil, dark trees, dry bedroom air.
Under the fading lamp, half dressed, -- my brain
Idling on some compulsive fantasy --
I towel my shaven lip and stop, and stare,
Riveted by a dark exhausted eye,
A dry downturning mouth.

It seems again that it is time to learn,
In this untiring, crumbling place of growth
To which, for the time being, I return.
Now plainly in the mirror of my soul
I read that I have looked my last on youth
And little more; for they are not made whole
That reach the age of Christ.

Below my window the awakening trees,
Hacked clean for better bearing, stand defaced
Suffering their brute necessities,
And how should the flesh not quail that span for span
Is mutilated more? In slow distaste
I fold my towel with what grace I can,
Not young and not renewable, but man.

-- Thomas Kinsella


Blogger stewdog said...

Thanks for the reminder. . .must purchase Edge Shaving Gel and prune the trees.

January 18, 2006 9:18 PM  
Blogger stewdog said...

OOPS. . my pledge not to make fun of KM's poetry postings lasted all of 18 days into the new year. Oh well, now that the seal is broken, I should just have at it.

January 19, 2006 12:48 PM  

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