Thursday, March 4, 2010

To Anyone, with Love: An Untitled Poem


I have been a star all my life
the firefly said

and then he grew old
as all things do

and one day
fell to the ground


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Call me foolish, call me sentimental, but it seems this little poem, which is really about the brave firefly inside us all, would make a nice inscription for a book. And so I’ll make this offer: to the first person who asks in the comment box, I will send the book of his or her choice, inscribed with this poem. Simply browse the sidebar; you can choose from The Painting of You, No Time to Cut My Hair, Another Song I Know, and Winter Poems. Don’t be shy — I’ll be happy to send the book anywhere in the world. You can send me your address in a private email. My contact information is at the bottom of the page.


3.4.2010 #2
3.4.2010 #1 (poem)


14 comments:

~im just only me~ said...

What. How are there no comments yet? Im befuddled. Lovely little poem :)

vazambam said...

"No Time to Cut My Hair"--I can read it while waiting my turn at Nick's tonsorial!

(Fine poem, by the way.)

RUDHI - Chance said...

A Firefly from the Austrian alps is still reading in your - how to say - nice books. Cobgratulations ro the winner!

nouvelles couleurs - vienna atelier said...

All true artists are generous william, this poetry is simply wonderful and it is true that is the firefly is in us, you have said a such a lovely thing! I like you so much

ps: yesterday I wonted to say: "less tanh a big one" not as I write "a grat one"... (I hate the google translator!!!!! it is better I'm make alone the translation... hehehehe computer have not sensibility)

unfotunatelly my commet is not the fisrt but you are so a very artist that have (with your heart) already make the grat present!

Rachel said...

Lieber William,

ich bin nicht die Erste, doch eine, die dieses Gedichtchen liebt.
Genau wie die Glühwürmchen im Sommer.
Wir haben ganz viele im Garten, und es ist ein Zauber, wenn sie leuchten. Dabei sind sie wahrlich keine Schönheiten als Insekten, eher unscheinbar im Aussehen, doch sie bringen in ihrer Zeit ein Warten auf jeden Abend, damit man sie aufleuchten sieht...

herzlich, Rachel

Elisabeth said...

I'm too late for this, but I do wonder about the firefly, the star that fades. It happens to us all in time. Thanks, William.

William Michaelian said...

Oh, my. It seems our impractical — oops, I mean impartial — judges are having a terrible time. The first person to leave a comment, the befuddled Cassandra LaMothe, failed to specify a title. The second person, Vassilis Zambaras, by beginning his comment with “No Time to Cut My Hair,” is technically the winner by a close shave. And yet neither of these participants asked according to the rules. And so it is the judges’ opinion that, in this rare and exciting situation, Cassandra and Vassilis are both winners. But rather than them having to share the prize book and try to decide who gets to read it first, the judges have ruled that if, within a reasonable amount of time, Cassandra returns and specifies a title, she too will receive an inscribed copy.

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Rudhi. And thanks for buying the books when they were first released. That way you didn’t get tangled up in the judges’ hair!

Yes, Laura, there is a great deal of comedy in the Google translator. You really have to read “between the lines.” Thanks for your kind words.

Rachel, it’s true, you are not the first, but like the firefly or glowworm, your comments always light the way....

Elisabeth, thank you. To underscore your comment, I will say the poem did appear out of nowhere, like a falling star.

Kenneth Griggs said...

Another great poem. I'd like to think my own firefly has yet to shine to its potential.

William Michaelian said...

Thanks, Kenneth. I feel the same way about mine. And maybe that’s the key.

~im just only me~ said...

Well William, that sounds grand, even if I do feel guilty about not following rules. But hey, I take my cues from you so... :P I will email you presently...

William Michaelian said...

In other words, you don’t feel guilty. Meanwhile, the judges are in receipt of your letter, and, I hate to say it, they suspect it’s a forgery. As you might imagine, they are very temperamental. They even turn on me periodically. But I will do my best to sway them.

-K- said...

Its been a busy week for me but I'm glad to come here and see you've come up with something new. And generous.

William Michaelian said...

Thanks, Kevin. I’ve heard it said that winning requires bravery; now the statement has even more meaning.