I got out of bed
\non two strong legs.
\nIt might have been
\notherwise. I ate
\ncereal, sweet
\nmilk, ripe, flawless
\npeach. It might
\nhave been otherwise.<\/p>\n
But one day, I know,
\nit may be otherwise.<\/p>\n
(Va fer canviar el “may” per “will” a l’\u00faltim vers)<\/p>\n
Pharaoh<\/p>\n
\u201cThe future ain\u2019t what it used to be,\u201d
\nsaid the sage of the New York Yankees
\nas he pounded his mitt, releasing
\nthe red dust of the infield
\ninto the harshly illuminated evening air.<\/p>\n
Big hands. Men with big hands
\nmake things happen. The surgeon,
\nwhen I asked how big your tumor was,
\nheld forth his substantial fist
\nwith its globed class ring.<\/p>\n
Home again, we live as charily as strangers.
\nThings are off. Touch rankles, food
\nis not good. Even the kindness of friends
\nturns burdensome; their flowers sadden
\nus, so many and so fair.<\/p>\n
I woke in the night to see your
\ndiminished bulk lying beside me\u2014
\nyou on your back, like a sarcophagus
\nas your feet held up the covers. . . .
\nThe things you might need in the next
\nlife surrounded you\u2014your comb and glasses,
\nwater, a book and a pen.<\/p>\n
L’escriptor Donald Hall parla de la poesia que s’escriu davant la mort, i esmenta els canvis recents que han dut a desenvolupar una medecina paliativa (que es dirigeix al benestar de la persona) en lloc del proc\u00e9s material de la malaltia, un objecte. Ell havia estat malalt i la seva parella, que havia estat estudiant seva, Jane Kenyon, escrivia aquests poemes preciosos. Al final ser\u00e0 ella qui morir\u00e0 abans, de leuc\u00e8mia, i Hall escriure dos volums de poesia sobre la seva abs\u00e8ncia. Em fa pensar en Ferdinand Hodler que quan la seva amant Valentine God\u00e9-Darel va enmalaltir, es passava moltes hores al costat vetllant-la i pintant-la, i va deixar un testimoni impressionant i terrible de com anava minvant.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I got out of bed on two strong legs. It might have been otherwise. I ate cereal, sweet milk, ripe, flawless peach. It might have been otherwise. But one day, I know, it may be otherwise. (Va fer canviar el “may” per “will” a l’\u00faltim vers) Pharaoh \u201cThe future ain\u2019t what it used to be,\u201d … <\/p>\n