Last year, it was the Valentine Ball. This year, we had too much else going on--travelling, Glen's job interviews, and what not--to throw a party. We decided to stay home (and the world threw us a valentine party, the demonstrations for freedom in Egypt rocking my heart; check out this video~!)
Usually I write a valentine for Glen every year. This year, so far I've been more than preoccupied with a poem for the Phi Beta Kappa dinner at Yale I've agreed to write. I am still hoping to get to the annual romantic penning--but in the meantime, I have had a trilogy of somewhat unusual Valentine experiences: I'm participating in a wonderful art event called The Jar Project, where I decided to fill a jar with anniversary rosepetals, romantic mementoes, and lines from my poem "Paravaledellentine"; I was interviewed for a newspaper article about how to write valentines; and then a TV show interviewed me on the same topic. Now I just have to take my own Valentine advice! And look back with joy on last year's Valentine Ball.
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(valentine posted today at
http://mscomfortzone.blogspot.com/
Love
In pencil the heart is naked-
carbon on paper pulp,
lead on wood,
the same me writing to the same you,
impulse activating muscle and bone,
thought ending in a gesture.
About today-
a particular day for this rose bush, sporting new green
on old canes hardened in frost.
From the root
suspended juices slowly
rise.
Even in dormancy-
a pulse.
Nothing halts elemental generating-
somewhere, sometime,
it's always spring,
waiting for conditions to signal.
Come on-
here's the never ending circle of cyclical things.
Dear five-petaled Rosa-rugosa-
we have come here to die,
you and I,
come faithfully, year after year,
alive like this,
beginning again.
A caterpillar who loves us-
is turning within it's sack, where shaping is visible.
When it emerges,
needing nourishment,
we'll give ourselves up to that
hunger.
Even in dormancy-
a pulse.
Nothing halts elemental generating-
somewhere, sometime,
it's always spring,
waiting for conditions to signal.
Come on-
here's the never ending circle of cyclical things.
Welcome.
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