Well this is my last poem of the semester. This is my final exam. I had to write a poem that was a letter to Jane Kenyon. Kenyon was a poet that suffered very much from depression and wrote about it in her work. She died in the 90's.(cancer, i think) Anyway, here it is...
A Life’s WorthTell me,
are you happy Jane Kenyon?
Now that your body
can no longer betray you
or decay on you?
Tell me,
did you find solace in the forests
and barns built upon the clouds?
Solace
that the trees and buildings here
could never afford you?
Tell me,
do the flowers there bleed
rainbows on your days of mourning?
Because surely there are days,
even there,
when you look upon us
that are falling victim
to your trail of tears.
Surely you feel for us,
but then you look away
as the winged divine
tilt back their harps.
You look away
and leave the misery solely
on our shoulders.
Tell me,
do you look around
and wish that you had swallowed
that projectile earlier
to get to that place?
Or was it worth the wait?
Tell me
it was worth the wait Jane Kenyon,
so I can send my approaching
lunch of Ambian and slugs away.
Tell me
it was worth the wait
and I will dream of your harpist’s music
as I sleep away
this day’s mid-afternoon despair.
Please tell me, Jane Kenyon,
that it was worth the wait.
Forgive me now! Tomorrow I may no longer feel guilty...
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) I am going to have to work hard to make myself write more poetry. Even though I like it, I struggle very much with writing it. Hopefully in the nearish future I will have something else to post.
