I am having a hard time excerpting this poem; it's short, so follow the link and read the whole thing. Ilse Bendorf takes exception to Holden Caulfield's advice: "Don't ever tell anybody anything." She moves on to describing some things we should say, like
your mother looks radiant in violet
you should tell her, or when a juvenile
sparrow thrashes its wings in dustpiles
and reminds you of a lover’s eyelashes,
you should say so
but then she explains how we are boats, but also islands, but also pirates...
This is a wonderful poem, given to me by my daughter; please just go here and read the whole thing, OK? And when you get done, go here, to Linda's home at Teacher Dance, and see what everyone else has for today.
As for me, I have the day off, All Saints' Day, and although I have a stack of grading to do, I also plan to read some poetry today, and who knows? Maybe I'll even write some. Happy Poetry Friday!
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