I have to tell you,
there are times when
the sun strikes me
like a gong,
and I remember everything,
even your ears.
This wonderful short poem from Dorothea Grossman feels like a natural companion to yesterday's Raymond Carver poem. This captures the wonderful, heartbreaking feeling of remembering every detail of someone you loved. I like that the poem avoids clichés. It's not a lightning strike that jogs memory, but the sun. The memory's strike is deep and resonant, like a gong. The memory reverberates through the entire body, even your ears.
Love your blog but you've got the poet's name wrong here I think - isn't it Grossman rather than Parker?
ReplyDeleteTo my great embarrassment, you're right! Thank you for the correction. Dorothea Parker is a great poet in her own right, though, I must've gotten them confused.
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