Saturday, June 8, 2013

Written, the Days, When as Yet There Were None of Them


In her room at the prow of the house
Where light breaks, and the windows are tossed with linden,
My daughter is writing a story.

I pause in the stairwell, hearing
From her shut door a commotion of typewriter-keys
Like a chain hauled over a gunwale.

Young as she is, the stuff
Of her life is a great cargo, and some of it heavy:
I wish her a lucky passage.

But now it is she who pauses,
As if to reject my thought and its easy figure.
A stillness greatens, in which

The whole house seems to be thinking,
And then she is at it again with a bunched clamor
Of strokes, and again is silent.

I remember the dazed starling
Which was trapped in that very room, two years ago;
How we stole in, lifted a sash

And retreated, not to affright it;
And how for a helpless hour, through the crack of the door,
We watched the sleek, wild, dark

And iridescent creature
Batter against the brilliance, drop like a glove
To the hard floor, or the desk-top,

And wait then, humped and bloody,
For the wits to try it again; and how our spirits
Rose when, suddenly sure,

It lifted off from a chair-back, 
Beating a smooth course for the right window
And clearing the sill of the world.

It is always a matter, my darling,
Of life or death, as I had forgotten.  I wish
What I wished you before, but harder.

"The Writer" - Richard Wilbur

My darlin daughter,Kelsey, is 19 today. I called and she, her Dad and a friend were out out a Waffle House having breakfast - one of her favs.  

 I thank my God in all my remembrance of you, always in every prayer with joy, ...And I am sure of this, that He who began a good work in you will bring it completion at the day of Jesus Christ.  ... And it is my prayer that your love may abound more and more with knowledge and all discernment, so that you may approve what is excellent, and so be pure and blameless for the the day of Christ, to the glory and praise of God.

9 comments:

Susan Struck said...

What a lovely poem to choose in honor of your daughter's birthday.

EJN said...

Thank you, Susan. I found it a little over three years ago. I like a lot of Richard Wilbur's work...now, the poem is the tradition at her birthday celebrations. :0)

Trisha said...

So beautiful, Jojo! I love this poem, and I'm so glad you shared this blessing for your daughter. Happy, happy birthday to her!

EJN said...

Thank you Trisha for your birthday wishes! :0)

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Christa Nipper said...

Don't quite know how to do this blogging thing, but here it goes. I love you, Mom. Thank you for the birthday poem!

EJN said...

Hey Darlin!
You found it!You are an amazing writer, so thankful for you!One of my very favorite poems that reminds me of one of my favoritist people. Ah, Yup! Love you! Mom