Monday, March 7, 2011

Someone who is a Better Writer than the Matron

Today, the Matron -- after taking off three days -- was going to write a searing, witty post about family and work and the so-called balance women are supposed to strike.

Instead, she's weeping in her coffee over this poem, and offering these stunning words to her readers today. Just beautiful. She hates to admit it but reading this? Lots of work to hone her own artistic skills; this is majesty.

Acidic commentary tomorrow. Today? Look out the window and be happy you're alive.

Antilamentation

by Dorianne Laux

Regret nothing. Not the cruel novels you read
to the end just to find out who killed the cook, not
the insipid movies that made you cry in the dark,
in spite of your intelligence, your sophistication, not
the lover you left quivering in a hotel parking lot,
the one you beat to the punch line, the door or the one
who left you in your red dress and shoes, the ones
that crimped your toes, don't regret those.
Not the nights you called god names and cursed
your mother, sunk like a dog in the living room couch,
chewing your nails and crushed by loneliness.
You were meant to inhale those smoky nights
over a bottle of flat beer, to sweep stuck onion rings
across the dirty restaurant floor, to wear the frayed
coat with its loose buttons, its pockets full of struck matches.
You've walked those streets a thousand times and still
you end up here. Regret none of it, not one
of the wasted days you wanted to know nothing,
when the lights from the carnival rides
were the only stars you believed in, loving them
for their uselessness, not wanting to be saved.
You've traveled this far on the back of every mistake,
ridden in dark-eyed and morose but calm as a house
after the TV set has been pitched out the window.
Harmless as a broken ax. Emptied of expectation.
Relax. Don't bother remembering any of it. Let's stop here,
under the lit sign on the corner, and watch all the people walk by.

5 comments:

Suburban Correspondent said...

Oh, lovely..."not wanting to be saved"...beautiful...

Suburban Correspondent said...

Another poem I recently fell in love with is Langston Hughes's "Mother to Son" - had never seen it before until someone posted it on their blog.

"And sometimes goin' in the dark
Where there ain't been no light."

Full of acceptance and humble suffering...

Nora said...

Thanks, I needed that.

Green Girl in Wisconsin said...

This echoes the chapter of a John Dufresne book I just read last night.

MJ said...

Everyone needs a little self-forgiveness. Thanks for sharing!