Like cleaning out an attic, basement or bedroom, cleaning out the files on my flash drive is a daunting task! It’s impossible to tell what I’ll find on there: old novels, started then discarded; random photos I’ve culled into “collections” over the years; bits of story ideas, some developed; favorite quotes; graphics I’ve made for others, and for myself.
The most surprising thing I’ve found lately is a collection of poetry created in my senior year of college. During my final semester in the creative writing program, we were asked to compile our favorite works by poets both popular and unknown. I had a crazy time trying to narrow it down to less than twenty, but I did succeed — and I put them all in one Word document, making sure I had the fonts and spacing exactly similar for each one! That’s my editor OCD kicking in again.
Since printing out those poems and putting them in a folder two and a half years ago, I’d completely forgotten about my project — which I called “atlantic ocean.” I wasn’t into using capital letters then — including in my own name! — and I’d forgotten how different and serious I was! I guess that’s a byproduct of sitting around, writing poetry all day. Poets aren’t typically heel-clicking, cackling and ecstatic people. In fact, a lot of sallow-faced, beret-wearing scribblers come to mind! (For the record, I look terrible in hats — no beret for me.)
So who made the cut and was featured in Megan’s “atlantic ocean: an anthology”? Folks like Robert Frost , Billy Collins and Charles Simic, of course, but also outstanding writers like Li-Young Lee , Kim Addonizio and Galway Kinnell.
Poetry was once such an enormous part of my life, I would actually find myself “translating” life into poetry as I went about my daily nonsense! As I strolled across campus, sat down to have lunch or tapped a pen restlessly against a desk, I would try to pick out pieces of everyday living that made me question what I was or where I was going. Or just to look at something simple — something mundane — and examine it with fresh, open eyes. Since finishing my time in the English department and departing for the “real world,” my life-to-poetry translator device has been switched off like a basement light. I wonder how much of that was a conscious decision on my part and how much was merely life becoming, for a time, less interesting and less beautiful.
I wrote my first poem in two years this weekend and, though it’s certainly nothing to matte and frame, I’m proud of it. I’m proud that, for the first time in a long time, I parted my lips with something to say. Something that was real — something just for me. And finding this anthology buried in my files has only made the moment that much sweeter!
As fall is settling down into the crevices of every sidewalk, back yard and shopping mall, my life, too, is beginning again.
And I can’t talk about poetry without sharing poetry, so here are a few of my favorites from “atlantic ocean”:
by Li-Young Lee
In the steamer is the trout
seasoned with slivers of ginger,
two sprigs of green onion, and sesame oil.
We shall eat it with rice for lunch,
brothers, sister, my mother who will
taste the sweetest meat of the head,
holding it between her fingers
deftly, the way my father did
weeks ago. Then he lay down
to sleep like snow-covered road
winding through pines older than him,
without any travelers, and lonely for no one.
by Linda Pastan
I want to write you
a love poem as headlong
as our creek
when we stand
on its dangerous
banks and watch it carry
with it every twig
every dry leaf and branch
in its path
when we see it
that even as we watch
we must grab
and step back
we must grab each
get our shoes
soaked we must
grab each other
5 thoughts on “the atlantic ocean makes a comeback”
I loved Love Poem. I believe that there is more poetry and even a book inside of you. I love the way you write….very entertaining to read.
Lovely! We need more poetry in our daily lives.
This is a beautiful post. “Eating Together” is so simple and so lovely. And I really like the idea of always translating life into poetry. I’d love to bring some of that into my own world, too!
Thanks for sharing those poets and poems with us! I, too, used to write so much poetry. I’d be walking back from school and composing in my head, and I’d rush home to find pen and paper to write it down. I haven’t written any poetry for a good two years. Life’s just been too busy for me to take a breath and find that creative part of my life that’s sleeping away.
I really like the second one. 🙂
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