The smartest thing I did on Tuesday was read poems by Tomas Tranströmer. It was an accident that kept me breathing.
The smartest thing I did this morning was read poems by Jean Valentine. Here’s one:
Friend
Friend I need your hand every morning
but anger and beauty and hope
these roses make one rose.
Friend I need a hand every evening
but anger and hope and beauty
are three roses
that make one rose.
Let’s fix our bed it’s in splinters
and I want to stay all year.
Let’s fix our bed it’s in splinters
and I want to stay all year.
Did you hear what that woman on Grafton Street was saying?
You won’t be killed today.
We don’t even know we’re born.