Thursday, November 22, 2012

Happy Thanksgiving!

Ceramic turkey made by my daughter

I was going to make a list of all the things I am thankful for, but there are simply too many, and I am, in a superstitious sort of way, worried I might forget something. So I will just say that I am thankful for my life, with all its components, and I will share this week's poem from American Life in Poetry, since it captures so nicely what today is all about for most Americans.
 
Thanksgiving
by Tim Nolan
 
Thanks for the Italian chestnuts—with their
tough shells—the smooth chocolaty
skin of them—thanks for the boiling water—
 
itself a miracle and a mystery—
thanks for the seasoned sauce pan
and the old wooden spoon—and all
 
the neglected instruments in the drawer—
the garlic crusher—the bent paring knife—
the apple slicer that creates six
 
perfect wedges out of the crisp Haralson—
thanks for the humming radio—thanks
for the program on the radio
 
about the guy who was a cross-dresser—
but his wife forgave him—and he
ended up almost dying from leukemia—
 
(and you could tell his wife loved him
entirely—it was in her deliberate voice)—
thanks for the brined turkey—
 
the size of a big baby—thanks—
for the departed head of the turkey—
the present neck—the giblets
 
(whatever they are)—wrapped up as
small gifts inside the cavern of the ribs—
thanks—thanks—thanks—for the candles
 
lit on the table—the dried twigs—
the autumn leaves in the blue Chinese vase—
thanks—for the faces—our faces—in this low light.

4 comments:

  1. A good choice, and a good turkey!

    Happy Thanksgiving!

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  2. Gottseidank hast du den ceramic turkey deiner Tochter aufgehoben. Soooo schoen!

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  3. It's the kind of poem a person wishes he/she had written. Good for chasing away one's begrudging post-holiday blues.

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  4. William - thank you!
    Barbara - ja, so diese kleinen Werke beweisen ihren Wert immer wieder mal.
    Shirley - you are exactly right: It is the kind of poem one wishes one could have written. That's the genius of it.

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