So I was watching this episode of Seinfeld in which Elaine is dating a guy who's been shaving his pate for several years. She catches a glimpse of his driver's license photo and goes gaga over his gorgeous head of hair. He agrees to stop shaving his head just for her, and within a few days discovers he has pattern baldness. He'd gone bald while he was bald.
Then I was watching this episode of Dateline NBC in which a woman whose husband had been wrongly imprisoned for eight years worked day-and-night to get his conviction overturned. She succeeded, but much to her alarmed surprise, discovered within days of his release that she had stopped loving him that way while he was imprisoned. They went their separate ways.
Now, with the foregoing by way of introduction, I invite you to click here for one of my favorite poems of all time, Robert Bly's "Snowbanks North of the House."
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I love that poem, too. It makes me think of another poem I love, with a line like "Next time we meet, let's keep our clothes on" and one about a "constantly besieged castle," but I can't remember who wrote it or the name of it. Do you know what I'm talking about? I miss poetry classes, but I would hate to sit there and feel like an idiot when it comes to the analysis/interpretation part...
ReplyDeleteDiane Wakoski...
ReplyDeleteI wish I could comment, but it hurts my brain to try to understand a poem. I'm not smart enough for it.
ReplyDeleteThis doesn't have much to do with anything, but whatever happened with that painter guy? The dude you hired--off the local hardware store wall (what was that place called?)--to paint the bathroom. I remember that his work blew, and that Mom ended up touching up, or totally correcting, his paint job. But did he just skip out? And was he paid up front? Do tell!
ReplyDeleteI never knew you were a fan of poetry - although it doesn't surprise me. This one's a real gem - thanks for steering me to it. Your first paragraph reminds me of an episode of Twilight Zone. The second one gives me the willies - who says absence makes the heart grow fonder? I loved the way the poem dealt with that premise..sad
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