Friday, November 5, 2010

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.