"A Cottony Fate"
Long ago, someone
told me: avoid or.
It troubles the mind
as a held-out piece of meat disturbs a dog.
Now I too am sixty.- by Jane Hirshfield, from The Paris Review (Summer 2014)
There was no other life.
Long ago, someone
told me: avoid or.
It troubles the mind
as a held-out piece of meat disturbs a dog.
Now I too am sixty.- by Jane Hirshfield, from The Paris Review (Summer 2014)
There was no other life.
| Langston Hughes, February 1959 |
To fling my arms wide- by Langston Hughes, from The Weary Blues (1926)
In some place of the sun,
To whirl and to dance
Till the white day is done.
Then rest at cool evening
Beneath a tall tree
While night comes on gently,
Dark like me—
That is my dream!
To fling my arms wide
In the face of the sun,
Dance! Whirl! Whirl!
Till the quick day is done.
Rest at pale evening . . .
A tall, slim tree . . .
Night coming tenderly
Black like me.
As the weather gets colder, I'm increasingly impatient for the heat to come on in my apartment building. The whole place relies on a basement boiler; and my neglected, dusty radiator is itching to come alive again. Until that day, I'll be drinking lots of warm liquids and wearing only my coziest socks. My favorite pair is covered in constellations. They were a gift from my friend Hayley during our first year of college. She and I were on the crew team together, and those socks kept my toes warm through many cold mornings on the Charles.
As a kid, I used to think that socks were the worst gift a person could give. Now, I would be overjoyed to get some. It's funny how those things change.
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| Looking up; the National Portrait Gallery (January 2017) |