I read a beautiful poem the other day. What struck me was
the first 25% of this long, but compelling poem, Hymn by Sherman Alexie. The first three lines captured
me:
Why do we measure people's capacity
To love by how well they love their progeny?
That kind of love is easy. Encoded.
To love by how well they love their progeny?
That kind of love is easy. Encoded.
They express a sentiment I’ve often thought, but could never
articulate as beautifully as the poet has done. Read the rest, the author elaborates on this idea.
Yes! I love this poem. I had read it a few months back. Thanks for the reminder to read it again!
ReplyDeleteI could not love this poem more! I love Sherman Alexie, his Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian made me laugh and broke my heart, all at once. How perfect to put into words the weirdness of measuring the capacity to love by parent-child love. And I also love the part where he says "I will not assume my pain and joy are better." Brilliance, thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteYep. it is the one and only post i ever lost, a big rave on Love. On how some love is easy. (babies, puppies, new partner)
ReplyDeleteAbout how entangled love/care/responsibilities seem.
I could say something about DNA too.
But loving the strange and the stranger, am practicing that every now and then. Next chance starting next week already!
I wish I'd been able to read that post.
DeleteAnd I'm looking forward to seeing you embrace the strange and the stranger.