In View of the FactBy A. R. AmmonsThe people of my time are passing away: mywife is baking for a funeral, a 60-year-old whodied suddenly, when the phone rings, and it'sRuth we care so much about in intensive care:it was once weddings that came so thick andfast, and then, first babies, such a hullabaloo:now, it's this that and the other and somebodyelse gone or on the brink: well, we neverthought we would live forever (although we did)and now it looks like we won't: some of usare losing a leg to diabetes, some don't knowwhat they went downstairs for, some know thata hired watchful person is around, some liketo touch the cane tip into something steady,so nice: we have already lost so many,brushed the loss of ourselves ourselves: ouraddress books for so long a slow scramble noware palimpsests, scribbles and scratches: ourindex cards for Christmases, birthdays,Halloweens drop clean away into sympathies:at the same time we are getting used to somany leaving, we are hanging on with a gripto the ones left: we are not giving up on thecongestive heart failure or brain tumors, onthe nice old men left in empty houses or onthe widows who decide to travel a lot: wethink the sun may shine someday when we'lldrink wine together and think of what used tobe: until we die we will remember everysingle thing, recall every word, love everyloss: then we will, as we must, leave it toothers to love, love that can grow brighterand deeper till the very end, gaining strengthand getting more precious all the way. . . .
Saturday, July 11, 2009
IN VIEW OF THE FACT by A.R.Ammons
Well, you have to stop sometimes so you can appreciate what the senses have given you as you go your way through the world . You have to st...