Do You See?
Must I like June?
In my recent memory for the last few years, June has seen me move away from people, places, work and more. This June I’m in Stirling, Scotland, doing my Charles Wallace fellowship. Although it was sunny and clear briefly, June has again brought damp, soggy rains accompanied naturally by a joyless sky; irascible magpies, and saying goodbyes (perhaps temporarily, but it sucks) — gosh, that wasn’t supposed to rhyme anyway.
This evening is a particularly miserable one. Rains, gusty winds, ravens sparring.
Some well-meaning friend recently sent me a bunch of Sappho’s poetry thinking I should relish them while I delve in some cursory antiquity-related interests I’ve developed while at University of Stirling. She, my friend, is kind. But I’m balking.
Must I like to read Sappho in June? What a joke.
Well, maybe only these:
It’s no use
Mother dear, I
can’t finish my
soft as she is
she has almost
killed me with
love for that boy
Mother, I cannot mind my wheel;
My fingers ache, my lips are dry;
Oh! if you felt the pain I feel!
But oh, who ever felt as I!
Bust inscribed Sappho of Eressos,Roman copy of a Greek original of the 5th century BC: Wikipedia
Two good June tidings:
1) My niece (brother’s daughter) Aishi turned seven on June 6. She’s a beautiful girl, full of verve. I was amused to recall I’d written my first poem at age seven!
2) Natasha Trethewey has been named the new poet laureate of the US. Trethewey is not only the first African-American since Rita Dove, she’s the first person of color since Dove some 16 years ago to become PLOTUS. Cause for rejoice!