Today's poem is by Mary Ruefle
Like a Daffodil
What went on when I suddenly understood him,
yellow with age and disillusioned with the despair
that had fired his student days?I unfolded a map of the city,
knowing it would never fit in my pocket again.In the very depths of myself I dug a graveno path
leads to itand there I planted every bulb I ever felt for him.I had the sudden urge to eat postcards of famous paintings.
I had a perfectly lucid definition of wine
blue marble powdered down to sea.
I had the belief it all comes down
to one untranslatable word in Parmenides.He was pained to see me with no other career
than my emotions about things.Yet I was continually borne forward by his sense of runes.
I wandered like a flashlight through every room.
I spotted clocks everywhere, but each one told a different hour.My accurate heart, these rough chimes
and our dead bodies.These three things occupied my mind.
And joy and joy and joy.
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