Jan. 1st, 2005
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Jan. 1st, 2005 04:59 pmPS: New Years' Wishes. I'm lifting this from Jenny Bornhaldt, because she says it better than me. Just skip the wedding bit.
Wedding Song
Now you are married
try to love the world
as much as you love
each other. Greet it as your husband,
wife. Love it with all your
might as you sleep
breathing against its back.
Love the world, when, late at night
you come home to find snails
stuck to the side of the house
like decoration.
Love your neighbours.
The red berries on their trampolines
their green wheelbarrow.
Love the man walking on
water, the man up a
mast. Love the light moving
across the Island Princess.
Love you grandmother when she tells you
her hair is three-quarters "cafe au lait".
Try to love the world, even when you discover
there is no such thing as The Author
any more.
Love the world, praise
god, even, when your aerobics instructor
is silent.
Try very hard to love
your mailman, even though he regularly
delivers you Benedicto Clemente's mail.
Love the weta you find on the path,
injured by alteration.
Love the tired men, the burnt house
the handlebars of light on the ceiling.
Love the man on the bus who says
it all amounts to a fishing rod
or a lightbulb.
Love the world of the garden.
The keyhole of bright green grass
where the stubborn pam
used to be,
bees so drunk on ginger flowers
that they think the hose water
is rain your hair tangled in
heartsease. Love the way,
when you come inside,
insects find their way out
from the temporary rooms of
your clothes.
***
An addendum, this one mine:
New Year's Poem
also let's
hold hands
and wish for world peace
i love you and
you love me
and may it never be forgotten
and i'll
see you
in the New Year.
Wedding Song
Now you are married
try to love the world
as much as you love
each other. Greet it as your husband,
wife. Love it with all your
might as you sleep
breathing against its back.
Love the world, when, late at night
you come home to find snails
stuck to the side of the house
like decoration.
Love your neighbours.
The red berries on their trampolines
their green wheelbarrow.
Love the man walking on
water, the man up a
mast. Love the light moving
across the Island Princess.
Love you grandmother when she tells you
her hair is three-quarters "cafe au lait".
Try to love the world, even when you discover
there is no such thing as The Author
any more.
Love the world, praise
god, even, when your aerobics instructor
is silent.
Try very hard to love
your mailman, even though he regularly
delivers you Benedicto Clemente's mail.
Love the weta you find on the path,
injured by alteration.
Love the tired men, the burnt house
the handlebars of light on the ceiling.
Love the man on the bus who says
it all amounts to a fishing rod
or a lightbulb.
Love the world of the garden.
The keyhole of bright green grass
where the stubborn pam
used to be,
bees so drunk on ginger flowers
that they think the hose water
is rain your hair tangled in
heartsease. Love the way,
when you come inside,
insects find their way out
from the temporary rooms of
your clothes.
***
An addendum, this one mine:
New Year's Poem
also let's
hold hands
and wish for world peace
i love you and
you love me
and may it never be forgotten
and i'll
see you
in the New Year.