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Author: Linda Sue Grimes

  • Letters from Down Under

    Letters from Down Under

    with apologies to Australia

    Dear Head,
    I am writing this letter to apologize for all the agony 
    I have put you through because of my cravings.  
    Thank you for supplying the long slender objects 
    that have thrust themselves into me from time to time—
    the fingers, the tongues, the carrots that have made 
    my pleasure spot throb.  I know those acts 
    must have embarrassed you, having to expose 
    your breasts and belly and buttocks to get the flesh 
    tools to work.  Most of the owners of the flesh tools were gross; 
    I always liked the tongues and fingers better than 
    the pricks, but I understand now where you were 
    coming from, I’m sorry if I had anything to do with
    making you think I needed all that goo sprayed
    into me, it was always just the throb I wanted, 
    not the job, especially not the clean up afterward. 
    Again, I apologize, and promise to remain as humbly
    quiet as I can from now on.  (Oh, yeah, FYI—despite
    male ego and female confusion on the subject, 
    all of us girls are really lesbians.)  

    Yours in peace, 
    DU

    Dear Heart,
    I am writing this to apologize for all the aching 
    I have caused you.  I know you felt left out every time 
    one of those prong-owners went straight for me. 
     I apologize for hiding here under this bush,
    ambushing the meat, I know I have been a hungry bitch, 
    and I have stolen from you more than I could ever 
    return.  You have the last laugh, your blood is 
    still running and mine is dry.  I promise I will not 
    prompt you again, I hope you have a serene life, 

    I am finally learning to live in tranquility.  No more 
    vaginitis and no more yeast infections, a disease-free environment
    encourages peace 
    within and without.

    Yours for love,
     DU

    A slightly different version of this original poem appears in my collection titled “Turtle Woman & Other Poems” under the title “Letters from V”

  • Edgar Lee Masters’ “Hon. Henry Bennett”

    Image:  Edgar Lee Masters - Portrait by Francis J. Quirk https://francisquirk.blogspot.com/2017/03/visit-to-national-portrait-gallery.html
    Image:  Edgar Lee Masters – Portrait by Francis J. Quirk https://francisquirk.blogspot.com/2017/03/visit-to-national-portrait-gallery.html

    Edgar Lee Masters’ “Hon. Henry Bennett”

    Henry Bennett is a pathetic character, who realizes too late that he has been played for fool by his wife.

    Introduction and Text of “Hon. Henry Bennett”

    Edgar Lee Masters’ again allows his Spoon River lamenter to fashion his lament in an American-Innovative sonnet.  Featuring the traditional fourteen lines, the sonnet remain rimeless and without a definite rhythm patters.

    In Edgar Lee Masters’ “Hon. Henry Bennett” from the American classic Spoon River Anthology, the speaker laments his rapacious wife’s treachery:  she effectively “loved” him to death, but not out of love.    His wife had in mind to inherit Henry’s fortune and then marry the man of her dreams, the one with big muscles and a small brain.

    The Honorable Henry Bennett is one of Spoon River’s more pathetic characters.  His wife, who was much younger than the judge, literally screwed the man to death.  By the time he realized what was happening, he was on his deathbed.   The wife’s treachery rendered the poor man a fool.

    Hon. Henry Bennett

    It never came into my mind
    Until I was ready to die
    That Jenny had loved me to death, with malice of heart.
    For I was seventy, she was thirty-five,
    And I wore myself to a shadow trying to husband
    Jenny, rosy Jenny full of the ardor of life.  
    For all my wisdom and grace of mind
    Gave her no delight at all, in very truth,
    But ever and anon she spoke of the giant strength
    Of Willard Shafer, and of his wonderful feat
    Of lifting a traction engine out of the ditch  
    One time at Georgie Kirby’s.
    So Jenny inherited my fortune and married Willard—
    That mount of brawn! That clownish soul!

    Commentary on “Hon. Henry Bennett”

    Henry Bennett is a pathetic character, who realizes too late that he has been played for fool by his wife.

    First Movement:  “Loved” to Death

    It never came into my mind
    Until I was ready to die
    That Jenny had loved me to death, with malice of heart.

    Judge Bennett confesses that it had not occurred to him until he was on his death bed that his young wife, Jenny, had deliberately tried to kill him by engaging him in too much sexual activity. 

    The young Jenny literally “loved him to death.”  Euphemizing lascivious marital relations as “love,” the judge, nevertheless, now realizes that her intention had nothing to do with love and affection but with “with malice of heart.”

    Second Movement:  Twice Her Age

    For I was seventy, she was thirty-five,
    And I wore myself to a shadow trying to husband
    Jenny, rosy Jenny full of the ardor of life.  

    The Honorable Henry Bennett was seventy years old when he married the woman, Jenny, who was half his age.  She was “full of the ardor of life”—another veiled reference to her oversexualized comportment.  

    In the judge’s supposed husbandly duties, the poor Henry “wore [himself] to a shadow” attempting to keep Jenny satisfied.  He also describes Jenny as “rosy,” indicating the rush of blood that appears on the skin after a sexual encounter.

    Third Movement:  No Interest in His Mind

    For all my wisdom and grace of mind
    Gave her no delight at all, in very truth,
    But ever and anon she spoke of the giant strength
    Of Willard Shafer, and of his wonderful feat
    Of lifting a traction engine out of the ditch  
    One time at Georgie Kirby’s.

    Jenny demonstrated no interest in the judge’s “wisdom and grace of mind.”  We have to take Henry’s word for it that he possessed such praiseworthy qualities, but whatever his redeeming qualities might have been, his wife showed no interest in them.

    Instead, the wife admired physical strength.  She was always taunting Henry by repeating the story that Willard Shafer had “lift[ed] a traction engine out of the ditch / One time at Geogrie Kirby’s.”  

    His wife likely used this story repeatedly to entice Henry to service her sexually in order weaken Henry’s health.  But of course, as Henry said, he did not realize the nasty game Jenny was playing until it was too late.

    Fourth Movement:  Rich Enough to Marry Her Stud

    So Jenny inherited my fortune and married Willard—
    That mount of brawn! That clownish soul!

    To make a long story short, Henry quickly sums up his lament by reporting that after his death, Jenny married the man of the “giant strength,” Willard Shafer, after inheriting Henry’s fortune.  Jenny’s scheme succeeded, and Henry is left to name-call Jenny’s new husband, “That mount of brawn!  That clownish soul!”

    Lacking the “wisdom and grace of mind” of the Honorable Henry Bennett, the strongman Willard Shafer wins the woman and the judge’s money.  And the Hon. Henry Bennett is not at all happy, definitely not resting in peace.

  • Interview with the Mirror

    Image created by ChatGTP inspired by the poem
    Image created by ChatGTP inspired by the poem

    Interview with the Mirror

    Interviewer:  What has become of your face?
    Mirror:  It is like the moon; it has 28 phases.

    Interviewer:  When did those eyes become blanks?
    Mirror:  Oh, when is not important. 
    The question is, are they blank enough.

    Interviewer:  Where does that sallow skin come from?
    Mirror:  From deep inside where sallow is mixed 
    with saffron and clumps of leaves are torn from shadow boxes with fennel pollen.

    Interviewer:  Why fennel pollen?
    Mirror:  Why fennel pollen, indeed!  Better than mace 
    and thyme, more elaborate than a whistle, sweet, spice, electric . . . 

    Interviewer:  Why does your mouth obey those
     loose-hinged jaws? 
    Mirror:  It was never one to disobey.  In the radical
     morning, scruffs of necks seek to burn, and limber 
    goths slink back to the swamp.

    Interviewer:  How will your heart explain to your brain 
    that it has shattered itself again over the sharp rocks of indulgence?
    Mirror:  Now, I am a small pool of crystal water that 
    rushed down from the Himalayas to gather fools 
    who have no right to breathe the temperate air of Maya
    yet  . . . they travel on.

  • Emily Dickinson’s “Success is counted sweetest”

    Image: Emily Dickinson - Amherst College - Daguerrotype of the poet at age 17, circa 1847 - likely the only authentic, extant likeness of the poet
    Image: Emily Dickinson – Amherst College – Daguerrotype of the poet at age 17, circa 1847 – likely the only authentic, extant likeness of the poet

    Emily Dickinson’s “Success is counted sweetest”

    Emily Dickinson’s “Success is counted sweetest” reveals the speaker’s conviction that victory is most deeply understood by those who have experienced its absence. The poem turns deprivation into a peculiar form of insight.  This poem is one of Dickinson’s most anthologized and studied poems.

    Introduction and Text of “Success is counted sweetest”

    In Emily Dickinson’s “Success is counted sweetest,” the speaker presents success as something whose value becomes clearest through profound need. The person who possesses victory may enjoy it, but the person who has been denied success may understand its sweetness more intensely.

    The speaker creates a little drama involving two contrasting figures: the victorious soldiers who possess the “Flag” and the defeated soldier who lies dying. The contrast allows the speaker to suggest that possession and comprehension are not necessarily the same thing.

    On the literal level, the speaker is describing a battlefield in which one group has achieved victory while another has suffered defeat. Yet the language quickly moves beyond the battlefield toward a larger contemplation of desire, deprivation, perception, and the strange ways suffering can deepen understanding.

    The image of “nectar” introduces sweetness into an otherwise painful setting. The speaker suggests that something desired becomes especially precious when it has been withheld. The defeated soldier, unable to possess victory, nevertheless receives an agonizingly clear awareness of its meaning.

    This paradox gives the poem its particular force. The person who has lost may understand the value of winning more profoundly than the person who has won. The speaker thus transforms defeat into a peculiar kind of knowledge.

    Success is counted sweetest

    Success is counted sweetest
    By those who ne’er succeed.
    To comprehend a nectar
    Requires sorest need.

    Not one of all the purple Host
    Who took the Flag today
    Can tell the definition
    So clear of Victory

    As he defeated – dying –
    On whose forbidden ear
    The distant strain of triumph
    Burst agonized and clear!

    Commentary on “Success is counted sweetest”

    The speaker presents success as a mysterious experience whose meaning becomes clearest when it has been denied. The battlefield supplies the literal drama, but the deeper subject concerns the relationship between desire and understanding.

    First Stanza: “Success is counted sweetest”

    Success is counted sweetest
    By those who ne’er succeed.
    To comprehend a nectar
    Requires sorest need.

    The speaker begins with an apparently simple statement: “Success is counted sweetest” by those who never experience it. The claim immediately creates a paradox because ordinary thinking assumes that the person who achieves success should understand its value best.

    The speaker reverses that expectation. The successful person possesses the desired object, while the unsuccessful person remains painfully conscious of its absence. That absence produces an intensity of desire that possession may actually diminish.

    The word “sweetest” introduces the language of taste. Success becomes something almost edible, something that can be savored like nectar. Yet the speaker does not allow the reader simply to enjoy the sweetness. She connects comprehension with “sorest need.”

    The word “nectar” suggests something precious, desirable, and almost divine. To taste such sweetness would ordinarily require possession, but the speaker introduces a startling alternative: the deepest comprehension may arise through hunger rather than satisfaction.

    The status “In need” is therefore more than simply lacking something. Need creates attention. The person who desperately wants something studies its value, imagines its qualities, and becomes intensely aware of what its absence means.

    Paramahansa Yogananda offers a spiritual parallel when he explains that ordinary desire can produce temporary pleasure, while deeper fulfillment lies beyond the repeated cycle of wanting and satisfying desire. 

    The speaker’s “sorest need” likewise becomes a doorway to understanding. The unsuccessful person cannot taste the literal nectar of success, but deprivation makes the imagined sweetness extraordinarily vivid.

    In my earlier essays on Dickinsonian poems, I have discussed the speaker’s privileging inner evidence over outer awareness. Here that tendency appears in another form: outward possession does not guarantee inward comprehension.

    The first stanza therefore establishes the poem’s central paradox. What appears to be deprivation may actually produce a more penetrating awareness. The person without success may understand its value with an intensity unavailable to the person who simply possesses it.

    Second Stanza: “Not one of all the purple Host”

    Not one of all the purple Host
    Who took the Flag today
    Can tell the definition
    So clear of Victory

    The speaker now introduces the victorious soldiers. The “purple Host” suggests a magnificent military company, while the “Flag” functions as the visible emblem of their triumph.

    The word “today” makes the victory immediate. These soldiers have just experienced the excitement of conquest. They possess the very thing that the first stanza says the unsuccessful person understands most deeply.

    Yet the speaker declares that not one of these victorious soldiers can provide a definition of victory as clear as the defeated soldier can. This claim deepens the paradox established earlier.

    The soldiers who have captured the Flag know victory through possession. They have experienced the excitement, satisfaction, and public recognition associated with winning. Their understanding, however, remains limited by the very fact that they have succeeded.

    The defeated soldier possesses no Flag and receives no public celebration. Instead, he receives the painful knowledge of what victory means because he is excluded from it.

    The speaker’s choice of “definition” is especially interesting. She is not merely saying that the defeated soldier feels victory more intensely; she is suggesting that he can define it more accurately.

    A definition ordinarily belongs to the realm of intellectual understanding. Dickinson therefore joins emotion and knowledge. The deepest understanding may not come from detached observation but from experiencing the painful consequences of what one lacks.

    The “purple Host” also creates a visually impressive picture of victory. The soldiers appear splendid, powerful, and successful. Yet the speaker quietly strips that outward magnificence of its authority to define the experience.

    The victorious soldiers possess the external evidence of success, while the defeated soldier possesses the inward evidence of its meaning. The contrast recalls the speaker’s recurring interest in unseen realities beneath visible circumstances.

    Paramahansa Yogananda similarly directs attention toward inner realization rather than merely outward circumstances. He teaches that spiritual progress becomes evident through inner changes such as increasing calmness, joy, understanding, and security. 

    Thus the speaker’s battlefield becomes something larger than a military scene. The Flag represents outward achievement, while the defeated soldier represents the inward consciousness produced by deprivation.

    The stanza ends with the victorious soldiers apparently holding everything that matters. Yet the speaker has already prepared readers to question whether possession itself constitutes the deepest form of understanding.

    Third Stanza: “As he defeated – dying”

    As he defeated – dying –
    On whose forbidden ear
    The distant strain of triumph
    Burst agonized and clear!

    The final stanza brings the reader directly to the defeated soldier. He is not merely unsuccessful; he is “defeated – dying –.” The dashes slow the statement and create a dramatic pause around his terrible condition.

    The word “forbidden” is particularly powerful. The soldier’s ear is forbidden to hear victory in the sense that victory does not belong to him. Yet he hears it anyway, and what he hears becomes extraordinarily vivid.

    The image “distant strain of triumph” is both musical and military. The victorious soldiers may be celebrating somewhere beyond him, but their sounds reach the dying man. Their triumph becomes audible precisely because he has been excluded from it.

    The speaker then introduces the astonishing phrase “agonized and clear.” The sound of victory is beautiful to those who have won, but to the defeated soldier it is agonizing. His suffering makes the meaning of the sound sharper rather than less distinct.

    The dying soldier therefore possesses something the victorious soldiers do not: an almost unbearable awareness of what victory means to the person who has been denied it.

    The poem ends without offering consolation. The speaker does not pretend that defeat is actually preferable to victory. Instead, she leaves readers contemplating the strange relationship between loss and understanding.

    The dying soldier’s position also creates a profound irony. He cannot claim the Flag, participate in the triumph, or survive to enjoy any victory. Nevertheless, he may understand victory more clearly than those who celebrate it.

    This final image turns the poem into a riddle about human experience. The reader must consider whether possession, deprivation, suffering, and understanding can ever be separated as neatly as ordinary thinking assumes.

    In my earlier essays on Dickinsonian poems, I have discussed the speaker’s tendency to create little dramas that operate as riddles, allowing readers to discover meanings that are not stated directly. That same strategy is evident here. 

    The battlefield can therefore be read literally while also functioning as a larger representation of human striving. Success may be visible from the outside, while its deepest significance remains hidden within the person who longs for it.

    Paramahansa Yogananda explains that true success ultimately involves something deeper than worldly achievement. He describes realization of the divine Self as “the ultimate success,” connecting genuine fulfillment with victory over the limitations of worldly existence. 

    Dickinson’s speaker does not explicitly make this spiritual assertion, but her drama leaves room for such contemplative musing. The victorious soldiers possess the Flag, while the defeated soldier possesses a painful clarity that outward victory cannot provide.

    The poem’s final irony is therefore its most enduring insight: sometimes the person who appears to have lost possesses the clearest understanding of what the winner has gained. Success may belong to one person outwardly while its deepest meaning belongs to another inwardly.

  • Two November Poems

    Image created by Grok inspired by the poem
    Image created by Grok inspired by the poem

    Two November Poems

    Out Walking in Late November

      Farmington Addition –  Muncie, Indiana

    Did you ever notice when you’re out walking
    In late November how some leaves, 
    Caught by the wind, will kind of skip along beside you, 
    It’s like walking with dogs, they scamper here and there 
    And between your feet,

    While most of them don’t budge,
    They seem to be enjoying a vacation from making green 
    All summer; or maybe after fall has tumbled them 
    From the trees and turned them many shades of brown,
    They’re just plumb tuckered out.

    Driving Southwest in November

    Sunday evening we are driving from Muncie 
    to Indianapolis to fetch our granddaughter Samantha 
    back home—after a few miles but even before we get 
    to the Interstate you turn to me and remark about
    the fantastic colors of the sky:  gold-pink-orange-rose-lavender light that 

    stretches and marbles across the many hued blue.
    I say it seems that there has to be an ocean over there
    to make that sky so rowdy with those tones, and then
    I say there is.  You say how paintings like that look fake—
    but this is a gift. 

  • Emily Dickinson’s “So from the mould”

    Image: Emily Dickinson - Amherst College - Daguerrotype of the poet at age 17, circa 1847 - likely the only authentic, extant likeness of the poet
    Image: Emily Dickinson – Amherst College – Daguerrotype of the poet at age 17, circa 1847 – likely the only authentic, extant likeness of the poet

    Emily Dickinson’s “So from the mould”

    Emily Dickinson’s “So from the mould” reveals the speaker’s contemplative musing on hidden transformation, suggesting that what appears ordinary or insignificant may suddenly emerge into brilliant and unexpected life.

    Introduction and Text of “So from the mould”

    In “So from the mould,” the speaker is considering the mysterious transformations that occur beneath ordinary appearances. Bulbs hidden underground eventually rise in “Scarlet and Gold,” while worms emerge from cocoons in unexpected splendor. The speaker then places herself and her reader among those who watch such transformations with wonder.

    The images suggest that nature contains powers of transformation that remain concealed until the proper moment. What is hidden from “sagacious eyes” eventually becomes visible, while what appears lowly may become beautiful, elevated, and surprising. The speaker’s playful comparison invites readers to reconsider their assumptions about appearances and potential.

    So from the mould

    So from the mould
    Scarlet and Gold
    Many a Bulb will rise –
    Hidden away, cunningly,
    From sagacious eyes.

    So from Cocoon
    Many a Worm
    Leap so Highland gay,
    Peasants like me,
    Peasants like Thee
    Gaze perplexedly!

    Commentary on “So from the mould”

    The speaker presents ordinary natural processes as occasions for astonishment. A bulb concealed beneath the earth can suddenly produce brilliant color, while a worm hidden within a cocoon can emerge transformed. The speaker then includes herself and her reader among those who watch such changes without fully understanding their mystery.

    First Stanza: “So from the mould”

    So from the mould
    Scarlet and Gold
    Many a Bulb will rise –
    Hidden away, cunningly,
    From sagacious eyes.

    The opening phrase, “So from the mould,” immediately directs attention downward, toward the hidden earth from which life emerges. The word “mould” suggests something dark, ordinary, and easily overlooked. Yet from this unimpressive substance, the speaker says, beautiful “Scarlet and Gold” will eventually appear.

    The colors “Scarlet and Gold” provide a striking contrast to the darkness associated with mould. Scarlet suggests brilliant red, while gold suggests radiance and preciousness. The speaker therefore transforms an ordinary natural process into something almost royal, as though the earth itself were secretly producing treasures.

    The “Bulb” remains concealed while its transformation is taking place. The speaker’s capitalization gives the word an additional prominence, drawing attention to the small object that contains within itself the possibility of remarkable beauty. What cannot yet be seen nevertheless possesses the power to become visible.

    The phrase “Hidden away, cunningly” gives the bulb an almost secret intelligence. Nature seems to be concealing its intentions deliberately. The bulb does not announce what it is preparing to become; instead, it remains underground until its transformation can no longer remain concealed.

    The expression “sagacious eyes” adds another layer of playful irony. Even wise or perceptive observers cannot necessarily discover what is hidden beneath the surface. Human intelligence has limits, particularly when confronted with processes that unfold silently within nature.

    The speaker therefore encourages a humble attitude toward appearances. What seems insignificant may contain something magnificent. The hidden bulb becomes an image of potential that cannot be judged by its present appearance. Its eventual emergence demonstrates that concealed life may be far more remarkable than outward circumstances suggest.

    This idea has a spiritual resonance with Paramahansa Yogananda’s teaching that the deepest reality is discovered inwardly. Paramahansa Yogananda explains that meditation awakens “the soul—the immortal, blissful divine consciousness at the innermost core of your being.”

    The comparison is especially appropriate because the bulb’s visible flower already exists as an unseen possibility within the hidden bulb. Likewise, the spiritual teaching suggests that divine consciousness exists within the individual before it becomes consciously realized. The visible transformation therefore becomes an image of something inward becoming outwardly perceptible.

    In my earlier essays on Dickinsonian poems, I have discussed the speaker’s tendency to discover meanings beyond ordinary appearances. Here, that tendency becomes especially playful because the speaker uses the familiar process of a bulb rising from the earth to suggest the astonishing possibilities concealed beneath the surface.

    Second Stanza: “So from Cocoon”

    So from Cocoon
    Many a Worm
    Leap so Highland gay,
    Peasants like me,
    Peasants like Thee
    Gaze perplexedly!

    The second movement shifts from the bulb beneath the earth to the worm within the “Cocoon.” The change continues the poem’s central concern with concealed transformation. Once again, something hidden eventually emerges, but this time the transformation is even more dramatic.

    The speaker describes “Many a Worm” that can “Leap so Highland gay.” The phrase creates a humorous picture of unexpected exuberance. The creature that appeared lowly and confined becomes lively and elevated, seeming almost to leap joyfully into a freer existence.

    The image “Highland gay” suggests more than physical movement. The phrase gives the emerging creature an atmosphere of freedom, brightness, and exhilaration. The speaker seems delighted by the contrast between the humble creature inside the cocoon and the surprising spectacle produced when its hidden transformation is complete.

    The speaker then makes the poem personal by declaring, “Peasants like me.” This expression offers a deliberately humble comparison. She places herself among ordinary people rather than among the “sagacious” observers who might presume to understand everything that nature is doing.

    The next line expands the comparison: “Peasants like Thee.” The capitalized “Thee” directly involves the reader. The speaker does not stand apart from the reader as an expert explaining nature. Instead, both speaker and reader are equally limited observers standing before a mystery.

    The final word, “perplexedly,” provides the poem with its delightful conclusion. The speaker and reader gaze at the transformation, but neither possesses a complete explanation for its wonder. Their proper response is therefore not intellectual certainty but astonishment.

    This perplexity can also be understood spiritually. Paramahansa Yogananda teaches that the deepest truths are not merely matters of outward observation but can be discovered through inward spiritual experience. The great guru describes intuition as “soul knowledge” and says that it provides “clear understanding of truth and duty amidst the confusions of the world.”

    The poem does not explicitly identify its natural images with spiritual transformation, yet its language permits such contemplative musing. The hidden bulb and enclosed worm both possess possibilities that ordinary observation cannot immediately recognize. Their emergence reminds the reader that visible circumstances do not necessarily reveal the whole reality of a thing.

    The speaker’s use of “Peasants” also prevents the poem from becoming solemn or preachy. She includes herself in the joke. She is not claiming superior wisdom; she is admitting that she, too, can only gaze “perplexedly.” Her humility makes the poem more engaging because wonder becomes a shared human experience.

    The speaker finally leaves readers with a charming paradox: those who believe themselves wise may actually be “perplexedly” watching a world whose transformations exceed their understanding. The bulb and the worm therefore become small teachers. Both demonstrate that hidden possibilities can produce visible wonders that surprise everyone who takes the time to look.

  • Poems

    mage created by Grok inspired by the poem.
    Image created by Grok inspired by the poem

    Poems

    some perform magic 
    some stand & watch
    some educate
    some meditate 
    some preach
    some pray
    some peep into your heart
    some reap the harvest of art
    some cogitate alone
    some congregate on street corners
    some bite
    some sport a leaky grin

    some pass by your windows
    as silently & unobtrusively as shadows

  • Seven Acts of Love 

    Image created by Grok inspired by the poem
    Image created by Grok inspired by the poem

    Seven Acts of Love 

    I
    you bore me through hard labor
    on the seventh cold day of the year. 
    you put the Greek in my blood.

    II
    you nudged me to question and to criticize
    and when I turned them on you, you lived up
    better than you could have dreamed.

    III
    you disguised yourself many times
    in lies, in sex, in false prophets
    and in false poets whose words sting then die.

    IV
    you wore a hat and smoked a pipe
    and taught me history and poetry.  
    you planted word-seeds.  this is a sprout.


    you petted puppies in my house
    ate my food and grew up
    before I could figure how to raise you.

    VI
    you level my mood; we have built a kingdom 
    where monarchs reign, where the tiger lies 
    down with the lamb.

    VII
    you fetched me treasures from the ancients: 
    under your pen fog translates into poetry.
    Catullus is grateful.

    With a different numbering system, this poem appears in my collection Turtle Woman & Other Poems

    Image created by Grok inspired by the poem
    Image created by Grok inspired by the poem
  • Edgar Lee Masters’ “George Gray”

    Image: Edgar Lee Masters http://www.poorwilliam.net/al-082314.html Poor William’s Almanack
    Image: Edgar Lee Masters – Poor William’s Almanack

    Edgar Lee Masters’ “George Gray”

    The boat with furled sail chiseled on his tombstone prompts George Gray to speculate about his stalled life.

    Introduction and Text of “George Gray”

    In Edgar Lee Masters’ “George Gray” from the American classic Spoon River Anthology, the speaker philosophizes about his lost opportunities to infuse some meaning into his life. 

    The speaker’s tombstone features a boat “with a furled sail at rest in a harbor.”   This carving motivates George to dramatize his speculation that like the still boat his own life seemed to go nowhere.

    George Gray

    I have studied many times  
    The marble which was chiseled for me—
    A boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor.
    In truth it pictures not my destination
    But my life.
    For love was offered me and I shrank from its disillusionment;
    Sorrow knocked at my door, but I was afraid;
    Ambition called to me, but I dreaded the chances.
    Yet all the while I hungered for meaning in my life.  
    And now I know that we must lift the sail
    And catch the winds of destiny
    Wherever they drive the boat.
    To put meaning in one’s life may end in madness,
    But life without meaning is the torture
    Of restlessness and vague desire—
    It is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid.

    Commentary on “George Gray”

    In Edgar Lee Masters’ “George Gray,” the speaker is musing on his life as he philosophizes about the lost opportunities that might have given meaning to his life.

    First Movement:  A Twisted Symbolism

    I have studied many times  
    The marble which was chiseled for me—
    A boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor.
    In truth it pictures not my destination
    But my life.

    A boat with a furled sail resting peacefully in a harbor symbolizes a life well lived and a soul resting comfortably in the arms of the divine after that life has accomplished its finish—an appropriate and beautiful image for a tombstone monument.   However, in the case of George Gray, the symbolism takes a very different twist.

    George begins by stating that he has contemplated that boat image “many times,” and he has concluded that it does not represent his life’s “destination” but the course of his life itself. 

    Second Movement:  Fear of Taking a Chance

    For love was offered me and I shrank from its disillusionment;
    Sorrow knocked at my door, but I was afraid;
    Ambition called to me, but I dreaded the chances.

    George then offers the reasons that the boat image designates his course through life rather than his life’s destination.  George says that he was offered “love,” but he “shrank from its disillusionment.”  He would not have believed the old adage that is it better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

    George then claims that he had the opportunity to experience “sorrow,” but he would not allow himself the luxury of that experience simply because he was “afraid.”  Quite likely, the “sorrow” arose as he declined the offer of love.   

    A part of George wanted to return the love, but his brittle nature rejected it and along with the sorrow caused by the rejection of love.  George also did not allow himself to engage in “ambition” because of dreading the “chances.”  He failed to play the game because he might lose—which made it a forgone conclusion that he would not win.

    Third Movement:  A Hunger for Meaning in Life

    Yet all the while I hungered for meaning in my life.  
    And now I know that we must lift the sail
    And catch the winds of destiny
    Wherever they drive the boat.

    Even as George was allowing love, ambition, and other emotions to slip through his fingers, he felt a “hunger[ ] for meaning in [his] life.”  He could not foretell that meaning resided in the unknown.

    But now George understands that to achieve meaning one must take chances; one must “lift the sail,” “catch the winds of destiny,” and be willing to go “[w]herever they drive the boat.” 

    Fourth Movement:  Torture Every Which Way 

    To put meaning in one’s life may end in madness,
    But life without meaning is the torture
    Of restlessness and vague desire—
    It is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid.

    George admits that “putt[ing] meaning in one’ life may end in madness.”  The loss of love, the despair brought on by sorrow, the dreaded dashing of ambitious hopes all could lead to “madness.”  But on the other hand, George now believes that “a life without meaning is the torture / Of restlessness and vague desire.”  

    Such a life of torture, he assumes, must be worse than the madness of unrequited love and failed ambitions.   George metaphorically likens such a passionless life as his own to a “boat longing for the sea yet afraid.”  Thus the only emotion he actually lived with was fear and that emotion proved to be torture.