Friday, August 20, 2010
It's Good We Only See Each Other Once a Week
by Phillip Lopate
It's good we only see each other once a week.
A young man about to move in with his fiancée
died of a sudden heart attack at twenty-six.
One hears these stories all the time.
The heart is trained to handle deprivation,
not unforeseen happiness. Just as when you
throw your arms around me I start to overflow,
but then I think of course, where was she before?
I deserve it and a lot more besides—
your love gets soaked up quickly
and I pull back brooding over something
I never had.
But don't stop on that account, keep going.
(Read the rest here, at The Writer's Almanac.)
The Poetry Friday round up is being hosted today at Teach Poetry K-12.