Friday, September 14, 2012

One Last Poem for Richard

December 24th and we're through again. 
This time for good I know because I didn't 
throw you out -- and anyway we waved. 

No shoes. No angry doors. 
We folded clothes and went 
our separate ways. 

You left behind that flannel shirt
of yours I liked but remembered to take 
your toothbrush. Where are you tonight? 

Richard, it's Christmas Ever again
and old ghost come back home.
I'm sitting by the Christmas tree
wondering where did we go wrong. 

Okay, we didn't work, and all
memories to tell you the truth aren't good. 
But sometimes there were good times. 
Love was good. I loved your crooked sleep 
beside me and never dreamed afraid. 

There should be stars for great wars 
like ours. There ought to be awards
and plenty of champagne for the survivors. 

After all the years of degradations, 
the several holidays of failure, 
there should be something
to commemorate the pain. 

Someday we'll forget that great Brazil disaster.
Till then, Richard, I wish you well. 
I wish you love affairs and plenty of hot water, 
and women kinder than I treated you. 
I forget the reason, but I loved you once, 

Maybe in this season, drunk
and sentimental, I'm willing to admit
a part of me, crazed and kamikaze,
ripe for anarchy, loves still.

-- Sandra Cisneros


Through the Corner Window said...

For some reason, on this cold February night after a long week of academia and work, I navigated to your website hoping to see what life has brought to you in the past year. I found this poem and I cried because it is something I wish I could have written. And, looking at the day you posted this makes the journey here seem even more uncanny. Thank, albeit late, for posting this, Mathangi.

~Tyler (former student)

LOVE the blog by the way!

Through the Corner Window said...

For reasons unknown I navigated to your blog on this cold February night. I read this poem and cried because I wish I could have written it, from the first stanza to the last line, "Maybe in this season, drunk and sentimental, I'm willing to admit a part of me, crazed and kamikaze, ripe for anarchy, loves still." Even the date you posted this holds significance.

Thanks so much for this, and for keeping us all abreast of the happenings in your life. I hope 2013 brings success, love, challenge, and knowledge to you.

~Tyler (former student UW)

Mathangi said...

Tyler Mueller!! How uncanny and how lovely. A very happy belated new year and I'd love to hear how life, love, etc. are treating you. Thank you for coming by and for reading. I hope you are well, and reading and writing, and smart and sassy as ever.

Big hug,