157th Virtual Poetry Circle
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Welcome to the 157th Virtual Poetry Circle!
Remember, this is just for fun and is not meant to be stressful.
Keep in mind what Molly Peacock’s books suggested. Look at a line, a stanza, sentences, and images; describe what you like or don’t like; and offer an opinion. If you missed my review of her book, check it out here.
Also, sign up for the 2012 Fearless Poetry Reading Challenge because its simple; you only need to read 1 book of poetry. Please visit the stops on the 2012 National Poetry Month Blog Tour.
Today’s poem is from Nina Cassian:
Summer X-Rays
I.
Fabulous days with endless swims, with algae around my waist and convex tears on my cheeks.
Far away on the shore: children shouting, dogs with golden rings circling their muzzles, and rumors of abandoned memories.
I know what's awaiting me— the winter of my discontent. I have a reservation outside on a hard bench holding a bag of frostbitten potatoes.
That's why I swim so far out, willing prisoner inside the sea's immense green magnifying glass.
II.
Despite all my inner crumblings, I'm still able to recognize a perfect day: sea without shadow, sky without wrinkles, air hovering over me like a blessing.
How did this day escape the aggressor's edicts? I'm not entitled to it, my well-being is not permitted.
Drunk, as with some hint of freedom, we bump into each other, and laugh raucously on an acutely superstitious scale knowing that it's forbidden.
Could it be just a trap this perfection this impeccable air, this water unpolluted by fear?
Let's savor it as long as we can: quickly, quickly, quickly.
What do you think?