"Life, you're beautiful (I say)
you just couldn't get more fecund,
more befrogged or nightingaily,
more anthillful or sproutspouting."
Wislawa Szymborska
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Bronze Tongue, Tuned Lip, Decorative Belts on the Skirt
Your silence most offends me, and to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour.
No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born.
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I've been lurking here, reading your posts and not commenting. I hope you don't mind.
But today, I felt compelled to comment if only because last night, after suffering through an especially soul-crushing day, I came home, poemless, searched the web high and low for words, a poem, a phrase, something to buoy me, make me believe in something, anything again, and then...I came here and read these four lines.
And smiled.
I felt suddenly good and at ease and geez, happy, genuinely happy to be alive.
It was the befrogged and the nightingaily that did it for me.
So, hey, I felt that I should stop in and say thank you.
Too, I wanted to tell you how much I've been enjoying reading your blog, as well as the poem you've been posting at Wild.
And, I wanted to recommend to poets to you whose work I think you might find a kindred spirit in.
First, GC Waldrep. His first book, Goldbeater's Skin is one of the few books of poetry that I keep going back to and rereading. And everytime I do, I find something new. I feel fed after reading him.
The other poet's name is Sarah Hannah. I don't have any of her books yet, although Longing Distance is on my to-buy list over at Amazon. Here's one of her poems, Destroying Angel that I fell in love with when I read it on Verse Daily.
In both cases, these poets love words the way you love words. I think you might find something to love in their poetry.
Again, thanks for this Szymborska. It really helped me out yesterday.
How lovely! I picked up a collection of Szymborska's poetry at a used bookstore the other day (it amazes me what people will part with) and when I read this poem, I, too, felt gosh-darn happy to be alive. I'm glad my post could spread the joy, so to speak. Thanks for the recommendations; I am not familiar with either Waldrep or Hannah's work. I look forward to checking them out. Thank you for visiting, and come back anytime. May you be spared any more soul-crushing days!
~ Laura
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