Comment 1 of 1, added on September 16th, 2005 at 1:47 AM.
Ms Shanon olds poem, One Year, expresses vividly the picture of hope and
companionship. Really, it has been said, NO MAN IS AN ISLAND. We need
love, to love and be loved. I guess, she's saying, let's do it before it's
too late. "I put my arms around a trunk and squeezed it, then I lay down on
my father's grave.
The sun shone down on me, the powerful
ants walked on me. When I woke,
my cheek was crumbly, yellowish
with a mustard plaster of earth. Only
at the last minute did I think of his body
actually under me, the can of
bone, ash, soft as a goosedown
pillow that bursts in bed with the lovers.
When I kissed his stone it was not enough,
when I licked it my tongue went dry a moment, I
ate his dust, I tasted my dirt host." So touching, indeed!
edgar r. eslit from
Philippines
Ms Shanon olds poem, One Year, expresses vividly the picture of hope and
companionship. Really, it has been said, NO MAN IS AN ISLAND. We need
love, to love and be loved. I guess, she's saying, let's do it before it's
too late. "I put my arms around a trunk and squeezed it, then I lay down on
my father's grave.
The sun shone down on me, the powerful
ants walked on me. When I woke,
my cheek was crumbly, yellowish
with a mustard plaster of earth. Only
at the last minute did I think of his body
actually under me, the can of
bone, ash, soft as a goosedown
pillow that bursts in bed with the lovers.
When I kissed his stone it was not enough,
when I licked it my tongue went dry a moment, I
ate his dust, I tasted my dirt host." So touching, indeed!
edgar r. eslit from Philippines