Saturday, July 31, 2010

this will be

this will be the poem I write when I am dead

no shades of meaning and even less articulate

until you dig

                      and find

                              that words

               are bones

(first publication)

“this will be” added to Poems, Slightly Used.

In the Forum: Madame de Sévigné’s letters.


Elisabeth said...

Words as bones, William. Wonderful. Bones last longest of all body parts besides the hair and the teeth, and so despite the absence of meaning and articulation in this death poem. something will long remain.

Janice said...

Words and bones are both skeletal and you are made up of both of these. The words you have written will leave but a shade of who you were in life, as will your bones be but a shade of who you have become in death...stay with us for a very long time so we can enjoy the flesh and blood, the personality, of the living William.

ALeks said...

I dig this very much William!! :)
This is not dead,this is alive as my heart is beating now,listening to the rhythm of the bones whispering ....
may my heart always be open

may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old
may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it's sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young
and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there's never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile
ee cummings


William Michaelian said...

Elisabeth, Janice, and Aleksandra — thanks for digging! Frankly, I hope the words outlast the bones. But if they don’t, at least we can say they brought us together this fine day.

Janice, although we never know what lies in store, I’ll do my best to hang around.

Aleksandra of the whispering bones, thank you for this cummings poem!

Akeith Walters said...

I always find the brevity of your words, of your writing, to rather emotionally breath-taking. Nice effect with this one.

Anthony Duce said...

Good poem. I suspect though there will be even more words coming forth, discovered, or invented by others for you after the very sad unfortunate day.

Lorenzo said...

Poetry from the marrow.

William Michaelian said...

Gray, thanks. I appreciate that.

Thanks, Anthony. Could be. With any luck, I’ll be the one typing them in the basement.

Lorenzo: also from the morrow. Thanks.

Gigi Little said...

Zowie! Beautiful.

William Michaelian said...

Thanks, Gigi!

Woman in a Window said...

no shades of meaning
and no need for articulation even
as the sheer presence of your bones
will speak all.

and so i wonder, william, on why the words now? sometimes it seems as though my mind almost understands that there is no need for articulation now, as life itself speaks all. but yet there is still that umph that drives us to draw it out.

we'll be quiet one day. and for now, we create.


William Michaelian said...

Erin, we are of life, and everything that is in life is in us. Life speaks all, through all. One breath, one song, myriad voices.

No need, perhaps. But an undeniable urge. And what is life, if not the urge to express the wonder that it is?

Wine and Words said...

Bones! Yes, your words the skeleton of your sinew, liquid, instinct, dreams....your knowing and unknowing, shaping, holding. Your words as they endure long after flesh is gone.

William Michaelian said...

Yes.... Thank you, Annie.

Anonymous said...

Wonderful! Brings to mind Ferlinghetti's little poem:

Passing strange mountains
       & dropping pine needles
             in an envelope
I send you
              some of my bones

William Michaelian said...

Thanks, Joe! I remember that one. Love it.

Ed Baker said...

two points fer yuh:

1. Natalie Goldberg has a neat book called: Writing Down the Bones

2. the first pre-Chinese writing was on bones I think that it was called "bone script" or "bone writing"

3. dig the title of my web site:

... well, so much for WHAT I know!

I'll come again when I have less time and even less words to say it with

William Michaelian said...

Thanks, Ed. Hey, I couldn’t ask for more!

DK said...

Wow, I like this one... I am currently working in the same direction...

William Michaelian said...

Thanks, DK. Nice to see you again, along the way....