I have several things to share with you this week for Poetry Friday.
First, I get a daily poem email from poets.org (you can sign up for it on the website), and yesterday's was "Scaffolding," by Seamus Heaney. To me, this poem speaks to long-term relationships, whether marriage or friendship or family ties, and the way we learn over time that we can count on certain people. The many hours and years that have gone into wall-building, the stories that have gone into our history, have produced a fine and lovely building.
Secondly, last week I received a postcard from Tabatha, and I'm posting a photo of the front and one of the back, with the poem she chose for me. This one, too, seems to speak to history and stability, a happiness beyond flightiness. Thank you, Tabatha, for this perfect choice.
I'm going to be turning fifty soon, and I've been in a reflective mood about this large number, and about my life so far, what I have lost and what I have kept, what lasts and what doesn't. Both of these poems are appropriate for this mood.
Masons, when they start upon a building,
Are careful to test out the scaffolding;
Make sure that plans won't slip at busy points,
Secure all ladders, tighten bolted joints.
And yet all this comes down when the job's done
Showing off walls of sure and solid stone.
So if, my dear, there sometimes seem to be
Old bridges breaking between you and me
Never fear. We may let the scaffolds fall
Confident that we have built our wall.
I also posted a couple of original poems this week: Metaphor for Valentine's Day, and Ashes for Ash Wednesday.
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