so much the same

These wrinkles are nothing.
These gray hairs are nothing.
This stomach which sags
with old food, these bruised
and swollen ankles,
my darkening brain,
they are nothing.
I am the same boy
my mother used to kiss.

Mark Strand, "Not Dying"



deb said…
oh... I love love Mark Strand!!

what a gorgeous photo of a gorgeous man.

and I'm glad to see you here as I sit and take a little break from cooking for tomorrow...

love you,

Grandma Honey said…
I am not familiar with Mark Strand but now I am very curious. Love that poem. Really love it. That one line at the end just does something to me. I will look him up.

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