I Know NotThe nightly walk seems to be the place where my muse (if I can call her that) and I meet up.
What is my life to be?
I know not. I know not.
And will I cross the sea?
I know not. I know not.
And will you stay with me?
I know not. I know not.
Alas, I see! I see!
I know not what my life shall be.
June Butler - 7-27-07
I hope this post does not seem morbid, because neither my thoughts nor the poem saddened me. It's the reality of human life. We are born. We die. The time between the two is what differs for each of us.
At least Oscar, the cat, hasn't curled up beside either Grandpère or me - yet.
A lovely poem, Mimi.
ReplyDeleteIt's bittersweet, not morbid at all.
My thoughts have been tending that way too, recently. Especially as I expend quite a bit of time, energy, and even money in anticipation of living another twenty or more years.
I love your poem, Mimi, especially its simplicity. You have a talent for the pithy.
ReplyDeleteI too have heard of Oscar--read about him in a CT paper yesterday. I once worked in a hospice whose cage of parakeets would make noise when a patient was near dying. I would much prefer Oscar to a bunch of squawky birds.
Allen, Cynthia, thank you. I put my poems up in fear and trembling, with no idea whether they are any good at all.
ReplyDeleteIf any of you want to see a pretty baby, go see pictures of Allen's new granddaughter here.
Grandmere Mimi (I love calling you this), the poem is bittersweet, as Allen said. But it is a poem for each of us--we need to accept that we "know not."
ReplyDeleteThanks for the link to Allen's granddaughter--babies are such a blessing.
Jan, one of my commenters said that I'm everyone's grandmother. That's fine with me.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the kind word about the poem.
good poetry, Mimi. really.
ReplyDeleteElegantly put, grandmere mimi (me, too, Jan), but we expected that.
ReplyDeleteBig hugs. Your poem is not morbid in the least! I felt a kind of excitement in it, myself. It wouldn't be any fun if we knew exactly what was going to happen to us.
ReplyDeleteThank you, all (blushing).
ReplyDeleteJohinieb, don't expect. I expect that each little ditty will be the last.
Poem is truly beautiful. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteAnd, being a cat officianado (sp?) I can tell you that Oscar is not the only one with this kind of sensitivity to the human condition. Those who have not been abused and have been loved, are very good chaplains/pastors.
Serena, you're welcome.
ReplyDeleteI want a cat, but my dog hates cats and goes after them to do harm, so I can't have one now. The stress of keeping the two separated would be too much.
I believe what you say about them is true.
This is beautiful. We don't know... so much we can't tell.
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem Grandmère Mimi.
Lindy, thank you. No, we don't know. It would be dull if we knew, don't you think? It could be scary, too.
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