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Poem for Sunday

Seersucker Suit
By Deborah Digges

To the curator of the museum, to the exhibition of fathers,
to the next room from this closet of trousers
and trousers, full sail the walnut hangers of shirts,
O the great ghost ships of his shoes.
Through the racks and the riggings,
belt buckles ringing and coins in coat pockets
and moths that fly up from the black woolen remnants,
his smell like a kiss blown through hallways of cedar,
the shape of him locked in his burial clothes,
his voice tucked deep in his name,
his keys and the bells to his heart,
I am passing his light blue seersucker suit
with one grass-stained knee,
and a white shirt, clean boxers, clean socks, a handkerchief.


From Poet's Choice by Edward Hirsch in The Washington Post. Digges, he says, "has been a keenly observant poet, a walker in the country, one of nature's intimates." He finds her "both tender and ruthless -- a furious cherishing -- in the way she looks hard at things." Of the poem above, an elegy to her late husband, Hirsch says, "I love the way Digges takes maritime imagery...and applies it to a man's closet, all the while jerry-rigging a kind of music that builds to full sail." Here's another excerpt from Digges' poetry that's in Hirsch's column, from "Trapeze":

     See how the first dark takes the city in its arms
     and carries it into what yesterday we called the future.

     O, the dying are such acrobats.
     Here you must take a boat from one day to the next,

     or clutch the girders of the bridge, hand over hand.
     But they are sailing like a pendulum between eternity and evening,

     diving, recovering, balancing the air.


Note to sailing fans: read the poem. Happy belated birthday shayenne! I am very very behind from having completely collapsed yesterday -- didn't finish work, barely spoke to my in-laws who were supposed to babysit while we were at the party last night, believe I have irrevocably pissed off my cousin who made the party for her sister by cancelling at the last minute but I could hardly hold my head up and there wasn't a thing I could have done about it. I did sleep close to 12 hours and am currently sitting here instead of watching my son's soccer practice out in the pollen great outdoors.

Yesterday we took my older son's friend Omar with us to Maryland Day and discovered that he would rather get tickets to win silly prizes than see science demostrations, so we spent more time in the central fair-type area than looking in the underwater tanks or at the experiments, and we never got to the animals on the working farm at the agricultural school as we usually do. Given my headache this may be just as well, but I will miss seeing them for a year now. We also bailed on the football practice as the kids wanted ice cream and we needed to get home for my in-laws and the party.

Anyway the school was gorgeous, lots of trees in bloom (which I suspect also did not help my headache), and we saw the "Fear The Turtle" race car, and an exhibit on Mars in Hornbake Library where I once taught a class, and some younger son thinks "Dokkoider" is meant to be pronounced "Dork-lighter" so I now have a mental image of Buzz Lightyear crossed with Sumeba Miyako no Cosmos Sou Suttoko Taisen Dokkoider which is quite amusing. Oh, and the University of Maryland mascot:

Since I was out most of the day and out of it all night, I missed the entire hoping my team didn't make too many silly decisions.

Speaking of anime, a meme. Gacked from much of my flist, most recently fileg:

Generate your Anime Style by Jena-su
Hair:Rediculously long, always flowing.
Clothes:A bit revealing, but nothing too over the top.
Powers:Can talk to animals
Special Features:Fangs
Sidekick:A wise-ass little demon.
Attitude:Very quiet and reserverd, extremely shy.
Created with the ORIGINAL MemeGen!

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