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I've Come to Know You
by Wayne Thomas (Age: 58)
copyright 06-07-2008


Age Rating: 10 to 127

 
(For Russian Gulag poet Irina Ratushinskaya, whose books I came to love.)

I doubt you know this, (as if you could), but your
Portrait (black and white photocopy)holds a place of honor,
Framed in walnut, protected by glass, on my desk,
And your books are honored on my shelves.

Sometimes, I too get frightened, Ira*,
And I have no "Gray**" in which to bury my face.
I read that book, and the world still scares me,
But somehow, slowly, I begin to understand:

When kept apart from those we love,
When forced, kicking and screaming,
into solitude,
When beaten for the crime of writing our poems,
discovery that, indeed,
The pain is preferable to the loneliness.

Loved ones have been kept from me, too,
(sometimes for years at a stretch),
And the pain, yes, is sometimes like a boot in the gut,
Torn in pieces, laughed at in the Roman Coliseum,
left for dead at the lion's paw.
And I cry for those lost, Irisha*. I must.

I've been beaten, too, though not for poetry.
I've felt the agony of broken ribs and fractured fingers.
To cry out, and have no one to the rescue.
So you see, Ira*, I've come to know you. If just a little.

Still, like you, I can sing a little, now and then,
To ward off mad winter's chill--and I'm pretty good,
But Ira*, my legs ache more with every snowflake,
And nowadays I need a cane to walk.
-------
(*nicknames from her books)
(**book "The Color Gray")




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06-09-2008 Mike Gallimore    

Wayne, this is far and away the best thing I have read on PnP, period. I have re-read it several times now, and it's intimacy is just stunning. I have commented to several young writers that they consider recasting a piece in the second person in order to achieve a sense of intimacy. They could have no better example of that than your work here. So much of the work we read (my own included) is simply poetic writing, but this is poetry.

I have two thoughts about word choice for whatever they're worth. First, I think "fractured fingers" conveys pain better than "fractured digits," just as "broken ribs" is better than "broken thoracic wall members." The other is that it's not LIKE you know her -- you do know her, which as a poet, is what she's striving for. I would not attenuate the connection she's made with you -- it's obviously very strong.

So well done. Thanks.


06-08-2008 Walter Jones    

Caught and held by each word, verse so perfect, thought and more traveling past each sound and tribute, exceptional voice and understanding, thank you for the sharing of your gift.. Walt


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