I've been working on another interview for a book blogger, and the blogger in question asked me a great question--whether I like poetry and if so, who are some of my favorite poets? I do like poetry, although I've accepted that I'll never be able to understand what makes some poems worthy of The New Yorker while others aren't... But that's a whole different discussion. Anyway, since I was thinking about my favorite poets and happened to be at the library today, I decided to pick up a few books by one of my favorite contemporary poets, Louise Gluck. And some of these lines are so beautiful, I just wanted to share...
So here's a little poetry for your weekend. These are all from Louise Gluck's collection Vita Nova if you want to read more:
from "Vita Nova:"
Surely spring has been returned to me, this time
not as a lover but a messenger of death, yet
it is still spring, it is still meant tenderly.
from "Aubade:" (title means a song for the dawn--I had to look it up!)
I had two desires: desire
to be safe and desire to feel. As though
the world were making
a decision against white
because it disdained potential
and wanted in its place substance.
from "The Queen of Carthage:"
Now the Queen of Carthage
will accept suffering as she accepted favor:
to be noticed by the Fates
is some distinction after all.
was whole because
it shattered. When it shattered,
then we knew what it was.
It never healed itself.
But in the deep fissures, smaller worlds appeared:
it was a good thing that human beings made them;
human beings know what they need,
better than any god.