Angela is GONNA love this poem! (What? Poetry Wednesday? Angela? WHAT YEAR IS THIS?!?!) Smiles. Sighs. But, hey, look how short it is:
He told us, with the years, you will come
To love the world.
And we sat there with our souls in our laps,
And comforted them.
The NYC subway people have brought back their “Poetry in Motion” series. This was the most recent one. I don’t know why it struck me, but it did. I haven’t stopped thinking about it — I think it’s because, even though here it says “Evening,” on the train it was called “Graduation.”
The idea that the world is supposed to become more endearing with time, is a curious one. I just finished an odd book called 1Q84, set in Japan in 1984 (or a facsimile of same) and one of the themes of that book was that life was just a stringing together of losses. Actually, that was also the theme of the book I read before that one, The Marriage Something or another, by Eugenides — that book sucked it.
Anyway, I also get the sense that the listener in the poem doesn’t believe the speaker’s assurances either.