Sunday, April 25, 2010

To Relish Those Days

To relish those days when death is afraid
To be your companion,

And to relish them too,
When death, in its wisdom, is near.

To relish them when all are before you,
And to laugh at the worst of your fears.

To make for yourself a good grave,
Aye, you must dig with a good blade,

And that good blade is the time you are here.

(first publication)

“To Relish Those Days” added to Poems, Slightly Used.

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Janice said...

Willaim you have said this is so true. Wonderful words~~~

William Michaelian said...

Thanks, Janice. Your comments are always so gracious and cheerful. Reading them picks me right up, even when I’m up to begin with.

Shelli said...

Such a beautiful poem. And timely. I hope you don't mind that I sent it to a friend who just lost her sister yesterday. I think she will appreciate relishing the memories they shared.

William Michaelian said...

Shelli, I’m touched that you would pass this along. Thank you.

Anthony Duce said...

To capture youth when death seems to belong to someone else and then to be old and past worrying about when you die and at the same time wanting another day. I thought of this as I read your words today.

William Michaelian said...

Thanks, Anthony. You’ve reminded me of a farmer a friend of ours told my father and me about years ago. He was in his eighties, and still planting new orchards and varieties every year, and loving every minute of it. He did that knowing full well he might never taste the fruit, but that was the work he loved and he wasn’t about to stop. Inspiring.

vazambam said...


This is indeed a blade
Wielding an eye

That cuts deep.

William Michaelian said...

Aye, and there’s no better way
to relish a day
than with some
Zambaras mustard on it!

Caio Fernandes said...

this is the best way to dig .
blades on !!

William Michaelian said...

Absolutely, Caio. I like your style!

Wine and Words said...

How do you live as if death does not sit your bed in wait? This I probably could manage. How do I act as if death does not sit his bed in wait? This I must learn.