American Life in Poetry: Almost Forty An Old Story
Kwame Dawes. Courtesy photo. The insane birds in “Almost Forty”, by the always eloquent and emotionally generous poet, Ada Limón, seem to be warning of the coming of winter, but it is time, really, and its passing, that they anthem.
Yet, Limón finds strained but necessary comfort in the defiance that comes from desiring a long life and good health.
Almost Forty An Old Story By Ada Limón
The birds were being so bizarre today, we stood static and listened to them insane
in their winter shock of sweet gum and ash. We swallow what we won’t say: Maybe
it’s a warning. Maybe they’re screaming for us to take cover. Inside, your father
seems angry, and the soup’s grown cold on the stove. I’ve never been someone
to wish for too much, but now I say, I want to live a long time. You look up
from your work and nod. Yes, but in good health. We turn up the stove
again and eat what we’ve made together, each bite an ordinary weapon we wield
Kwame Dawes. Courtesy photo. The insane birds in “Almost Forty”, by the always eloquent and emotionally generous poet, Ada Limón, seem to be warning of the coming of winter, but it is time, really, and its passing, that they anthem.
Yet, Limón finds strained but necessary comfort in the defiance that comes from desiring a long life and good health.
Almost Forty An Old Story By Ada Limón
The birds were being so bizarre today, we stood static and listened to them insane
in their winter shock of sweet gum and ash. We swallow what we won’t say: Maybe
it’s a warning. Maybe they’re screaming for us to take cover. Inside, your father
seems angry, and the soup’s grown cold on the stove. I’ve never been someone
to wish for too much, but now I say, I want to live a long time. You look up
from your work and nod. Yes, but in good health. We turn up the stove
again and eat what we’ve made together, each bite an ordinary weapon we wield