Musings on children's and YA literature, the academy, and the relationship between them, from an English professor and mother.

Friday, March 06, 2009

Poetry Friday!

I heard a poem last night that so touched me I had to find and read it again. It's William Stafford's "Ask Me," and it begins like this:

Some time when the river is ice ask me
mistakes I have made. Ask me whether
what I have done is my life.

You can read the rest of it here
--why don't you go do that now?


I have been thinking a lot about time, and whether "what I have done is my life," which is just a wonderful--and difficult--question. But it speaks to me now in the context of all the life-balance questions I keep blogging about over at IHE; this week's post seemed particularly to hit home with some readers, one of whom comments, helpfully, that "time itself has no flexibility--it passes." That might sound depressing, but I actually find it helpful in thinking about how I want to experience the passing of time (hmm, I'm about to break into a James Taylor song here).

So that's my poetry Friday post; there's a round-up at Anastasia Suen's Picture Book of the Day.


  1. Thank you for sharing that! William Stafford is amazing. He makes me contemplative, always.

    Have to say, your "about to break into a James Taylor song" made me laugh so hard that I choked on my coffee a little. ;)

    Btw, the word verification often doesn't come just says "Loading" and I can't post a comment. Just to let you know.

  2. Obviously, this last time it did, but I had to experiment...finally worked when I tried using the Open ID and then clicked Preview instead of Post Comment...and THEN the word came up. :)