May 17, 2005

"one life from the late twentieth"

    "WHY PUBLISH?"

Dusty and brown on some forgotten shelf
a century hence—or two, let dreams be grand!—
this wry and slanted gloss upon myself
has slipped into some stranger's browsing hand.
A woman, maybe, growing old like me,
or a young man ambitious for his name,
curious about my antique prosody
but pleased to find our motives much the same.
He cannot know—nor she—what this one life
from the late twentieth craved, or cost, or found;
he will forget my name; but mother, wife,
daughter, has struck a chord, sings from the ground
a moment to his ear, as now to yours,
for what is ours in common and endures.

      --Rhina Espaillat

(From Where Horizons Go. Many thanks to Tim Murphy)

Posted by John Weidner at May 17, 2005 11:32 AM
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