If I had any sense I’d be in the kitchen right now, chopping and endlessly washing mixing bowls and spatulas. Instead I’m sitting at the computer. I’ll pay for it tomorrow with panic and exhaustion, but meantime, here’s a few poems for Thanksgiving.
At the grocery store I left Czeslaw Milosz’s”Encounter” in an empty aisle where I would encounter no one, next to one of Paul Newman’s products.
O my love, where are they, where are they going– sounds like a lovelier version of what my husband and I say to each other after the too-quickly-grown-up kids leave home after the weekend.
(The words that got cut off in the picture are “at dawn.” Sorry for that.)
Outside another grocery store (because one grocery store is never enough for Thanksgiving preparations), I left e.e. cummings’ poem in an abandoned grocery cart. Maybe it was mine. (Poem is to the right of the “Ayar” ad, on the seat of the grocery cart.)
i thank You God for most this amazing/day could be the start of dinner time grace. Little kids might like the twisty-ness of the lines.
Still at the grocery store, I put Emily Dickinson’s “I’ll Tell You How the Sun Rose” by a credit card machine at the check-out.
I’ve long had a few lines of this poem committed to memory
I’ll tell you how the sun rose,–
A Ribbon at a time–
and this, one of my favorite images from any poem, ever
The Hills untied their Bonnets–
The beauty of that, when I see it and when I read it here, fills me with gratitude for the world as it is and the world as only a poet can see it.
Finally, I left Wislawa Szymborska’s “Vietnam” at Starbucks. Where I was sitting for over an hour, once again not cooking.
What does the agony in “Vietnam” have to do with Thanksgiving? It’s a reminder. As we gather with family and friends to enjoy a bounty of food and the comfort of safe shelter, let’s remember those who have none of those things. Let’s give our thanks for what we have and leave space in our hearts for victims of war, for refugees losing hope–
And in the last few minutes before I give myself over to cooking, let me thank all you dear readers and commentators. I am so grateful for your readership and support.
Happy Thanksgiving to all!
Thank you for the poems. Today I am thankful for the Poem Elf–even that there IS a Poem Elf–and for your family. Wishing you many blessings on this Thanksgiving Day.
Thank you, Tom! HT to you too….and I know there are many many folks grateful for your wise counsel over the years