I could not prove the Years had feet –
Yet confident they run
Am I, from symptoms that are past
And Series that are done –
Am I, from symptoms that are past
And Series that are done –
I find my feet have further Goals –
I smile opon the Aims
That felt so ample – Yesterday –
Today’s – have vaster claims –
I smile opon the Aims
That felt so ample – Yesterday –
Today’s – have vaster claims –
I do not doubt the self I was
Was competent to me –
But something awkward in the fit –
Proves that – outgrown – I see –
Was competent to me –
But something awkward in the fit –
Proves that – outgrown – I see –
Given ED’s track record of 674 inimitable poems, “Series that are done” and self-confidence in her future:
“I find my feet have further Goals –
I smile opon the Aims
That felt so ample – Yesterday –
Today’s – have vaster claims –”,
she set a high bar for herself. Apologies to Bogey and Ingrid, but “Here’s looking at you Kid”.
“I’m fascinated by the slow transition we see happening in many of these poems, from a past self devoted to “lover(s)” to an emerging self that has vaster claims” (d. scribe, TPB, F674).
Yes, ED’s poems in Franklin’s estimated chronological order seem headed the way you say, d. scribe, but the slope is moguled. For example, this and the two preceding poems, F672, F673, and F674, are a gamut of love: angry, fawning, and objective. Trite but true, ED’s “slow transition” has peaks and valleys that never end, like life.