Lord Whoever, thank you for this air I'm about to in- and exhale, this hutch in the woods, the wood for fire, the light- both lamp and the natural stuff of leaf-back, fern, and wing. For the piano, the shovel for ashes, the moth-gnawed blankets, the stone-cold water stone-cold: thank you. Thank you, Lord, coming for to carry me here- where I'll gnash it out, Lord, where I'll calm and work, Lord, thank you for the goddamn birds singing!
Hi Victoria, I was looking for a specific poem today (which I never found), when I came across Tom Lux’s name and after I read the poem he wrote called The Bitterness of Children, it said he passed away in 2017. And I thought wow, Tom died… how did I miss that? I took poetry from him in college… and now here he is again on your post, so unexpectedly for me… I figured his ghost was trying to tell me something about my poems. Like, do better! He was a hard teacher, in that he’d shred our work to make us work it out. Not that you needed my long story-short, but thanks for sharing his work. He was the best poetry teacher I ever had or ever will have to be sure. It’s meaningful to see him here.
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Hi Victoria, I was looking for a specific poem today (which I never found), when I came across Tom Lux’s name and after I read the poem he wrote called The Bitterness of Children, it said he passed away in 2017. And I thought wow, Tom died… how did I miss that? I took poetry from him in college… and now here he is again on your post, so unexpectedly for me… I figured his ghost was trying to tell me something about my poems. Like, do better! He was a hard teacher, in that he’d shred our work to make us work it out. Not that you needed my long story-short, but thanks for sharing his work. He was the best poetry teacher I ever had or ever will have to be sure. It’s meaningful to see him here.
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Thank you for sharing this. I hope the post does indeed inspire your poetry.
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Thank you again Victoria.
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