Monday, November 28, 2011

So Much Like Now


When you find this grave in the ragged ground,
remember me to Winter.

So much like now, it was cold the day I died:
cold when a carriage rattled by,
cold in bright Missouri,
cold in Kansas and Ohio,
cold on the shores of Maine,
cold in Carolina,
cold in Wyoming and Montana,
cold upon the plain,
cold behind the woodshed,
cold inside the barn,
cold in the bright-red schoolhouse,
cold in the white-washed church,
cold in the corner store,
cold on the warehouse floor,
cold in the mines and mills,
cold on the water, cold in the factories,
cold on the rails, cold in the hills.

So much like now, it was cold the day I died:
cold in my bones,
cold inside my collar,
cold in my lungs and fingers,
cold inside my skull,
cold on the marble stone,
cold where good men
walked and talked
and smoked and listened,
cold where liars cheated
and thieves spat upon the ground,
cold at noon and in the star-filled evening,
cold where laughter waited
and grew old in the dance,
cold upon the cross,
cold at the gates of Hell,
cold when the lot was drawn,
cold when my name was called.

So much like now, it was cold the day I died:
cold but not unforgiven,
cold with beauty unrelenting,
cold with magic all around.

[From Winter Poems, Cosmopsis Books, 2007]


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9 comments:

nouvelles couleurs - vienna atelier said...

Just beautifull ...

William Michaelian said...

Hi, Laura. Thank you. That’s nice of you to say.

Jonathan Chant said...

Awesome poem, William. This one will sustain me through tomorrow...

Best wishes

Jonathan.

William Michaelian said...

And good wishes to you too, Jonathan. Thanks. I’m glad you like the poem.

rahina q.h. said...

a tough one to read William... my father died in winter and it was indeed a big cold emptiness inside me for a long time... thank you for reminding me of his importance...

William Michaelian said...

And thank you, Rahina, for reminding me of the importance of mine. I could not have written this but for his passing, and for that of others I have known. When I read it, I feel I too am in the ground.

Geckostone said...

Ah yes, the beauty,the peace, the magic of nothingness and all the potential it holds for birth!!! Love this William and I am loving Another Song I Know. My fave so far is Messenger, but they are all wonderful! Deb

Geckostone said...

Oh yeah I also wanted to tell ya this reminded me of my dad too. My last words with tears to him on his death bed were, "Fly...fly!!!"

William Michaelian said...

Thanks, Deb. That’s beautiful. Without a doubt, as hard sometimes as these moments are to get through, they are a gift.

Another Song I Know has arrived already? That’s great!

Thanks again.