For Poetry Thursday this week, we’ve been asked to share our favorite lines of poetry. I often see things in daily life and think of various lines of poetry. Some I can think of off the top of my head. Others I have to focus on and look up. For those of us who really love it, poetry infuses our lives and loads odd little things with meaning.
I used to have a dark orange-red skirt. Whenever I wore it, I thought of the opening line of Sylvia Plath’s “Poppies in October”:
Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts
There is a series of photos of myself and friends turning compost. I didn’t realize at the time, but I was the only woman out there. I had that skirt on, tied up high on my thigh, pitchfork in hand and bare foot. Turning compost is hard work, backbreaking work. I recall being the first to start that day. It needed done. So, I jumped onto one of the piles and started forking. The next thing I new, there were a lot of us doing it. We were laughing and sweaty. We had a lot of fun that afternoon.
Another favorite line is Adrienne Rich:
a wild patience has brought this far.
This line is so lovely and complex. I can imagine all sorts of lives that could be described by this line. It always leaves one wanting to write. And of course, on days like these, I always think of good old Shel Silverstien:
I don’t want to go to school today,
said little suzy ann mckay