Father Poems: Those Winter Sundays & Yesterday
I'm posting a couple of father poems today in honor of my own father, who would have been 101 on March 29, 2012...but it's impossible to imagine him that old. He died in 1978, still in his 60s, and I realize with a start that I have now lived more than half my life without him. I've written about him often in this blog...when I was growing up, he was the center of my universe, and everything I know of love and duty seems to have begun with him.
Both of these poems express the feeling I still carry with me of not having thanked him enough for all he did or let him know how much I loved him. In the way that young people are, I was always too busy, too clever, too distracted by the pull and push of my own desires and misconceptions. In any case, these poems assure me I am not alone in that feeling.
Annie Dillard wrote, "There are no events but thoughts and the heart’s hard turning, the heart’s slow learning where to love and whom."
Perhaps it's the nature of the human heart to learn a little too slowly; perhaps we can make up for it by paying attention now.
THOSE WINTER SUNDAYS by Robert Hayden
And this is
YESTERDAY by W.S. Merwin: