Do any of us leave a legacy lasting, oh say, one or two generations? I was thinking who will remember my dear mother when I die? And her charm and her kindness... We are but a brief light.
Now there's a title for a poem: My Teacher Couldn't Tell the Difference. Liz Lochhead, Kathleen Jamie, Jackie Kay, Carol Ann Duffy and Kate Clanchy write poems that make me laugh, and say things fiction can't say.
Or how about: John Donne Visits Schoolgirls in Sydney and Shows Them How to Write a Sonnet.
Do any of us leave a legacy lasting, oh say, one or two generations? I was thinking who will remember my dear mother when I die? And her charm and her kindness... We are but a brief light.
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Yes. I started this one thinking of covid deaths and how the only difference between a tragic death and a merciful one is timing
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Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so -
Then Donne says that death is a *slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men/And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell.*
Great verses. I think I studied Donne briefly in early high school, my teacher couldn't tell the difference between me and the friend I sat next to
DeleteNow there's a title for a poem: My Teacher Couldn't Tell the Difference.
DeleteLiz Lochhead, Kathleen Jamie, Jackie Kay, Carol Ann Duffy and Kate Clanchy write poems that make me laugh, and say things fiction can't say.
Or how about: John Donne Visits Schoolgirls in Sydney and Shows Them How to Write a Sonnet.
An interesting thought. I suspect that many of us have no legacy to leave...
ReplyDeleteMuch of life is taken up with the mundane and we can't change that, only be nice while we do it
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