As a fifty year-old woman whose intention is to age with grace, this poem resonates with me. And the leaves as the metaphor and the acceptance of age comes across beautifully!
Age, age what is it? The number, our peaks, our nadirs! Before us, after us, with us, waves of beauty, waves of thorns, let us live, let us, be, may live shore our horns, sharpens our thorns, smiles so bright like for me, you and us, the leaves of autumn at some stage be upon all of us, the lives somber notes are here to stay, oh life with me, with us, might be really more than okay!
I say this as someone who's still pretty young that this poem rings true in so many ways for me. The different experiences that shape and transform us from adolescence to adulthood could do so, so much, that the 'previous' you essentially wouldn't recognize the 'present' you. Would the two of you get along, strive to become someone different or would nothing change as is? Fascinating to think about.
“The towers of the city went up into mist, great ladders of blurred light. Trains passed overhead, bright shrieking streaks. Massive walls of stone and glass fronted the streets above the race of cars and trolleys. Stone, steel, glass, electric light. No faces.”
Wow, that is poetic. I can see the bones of this poem in her prose as well. The poem made me wonder if I should check out her other work but this passage fully convinced me. Thank you!
Ursula Le Guin is an absolute genius of a thinker and writer. She’s a gem I recently discovered and am reading a wide variety of her works, and she is as diverse as her interests and talent.
We creep through our loss
Picking up pieces
Of what's left our shattered selves
Sometimes the wind the rain the sun
Comforts us in our weeping
And we are left
Crying and scratching
Hoping in spite
Of what we know in our hearts
Very well done. If I didn't know any better I would have assumed this was a companion piece to the poem.
"Hoping in spite"
Very well executed enjambment!
Daniel, our name means in hebrew, god is my judge, i am his judge
As a fifty year-old woman whose intention is to age with grace, this poem resonates with me. And the leaves as the metaphor and the acceptance of age comes across beautifully!
Age, age what is it? The number, our peaks, our nadirs! Before us, after us, with us, waves of beauty, waves of thorns, let us live, let us, be, may live shore our horns, sharpens our thorns, smiles so bright like for me, you and us, the leaves of autumn at some stage be upon all of us, the lives somber notes are here to stay, oh life with me, with us, might be really more than okay!
Yes, I *do* think life is more than okay. Thanks.
I close my eyes to see the indifferent cold approaching me
calling out and holding onto the last threads
making plans for the useless future that'll end in bitter coldness
memories start to rain like snowballs just to disappear as bathroom glass mist
not a trace of the lost time shall remain but the human mind holds on
I must see the world disintegrate as everyone tries to keep me afloat
the coldness of my last thought shall always resonate in me
We are all seeing the cold approaching us.
I love this poem. I didn't know she was a poet. I have only been familiar with her SciFi/Fantasy books. Thanks for sharing this!
It makes sense though since she is so precise with words.
Ursula Le Guin's poem shows how she was caught up in the mystery of self-identity. it persists in her prose works as well.
I say this as someone who's still pretty young that this poem rings true in so many ways for me. The different experiences that shape and transform us from adolescence to adulthood could do so, so much, that the 'previous' you essentially wouldn't recognize the 'present' you. Would the two of you get along, strive to become someone different or would nothing change as is? Fascinating to think about.
Even her prose can be poetic!
“The towers of the city went up into mist, great ladders of blurred light. Trains passed overhead, bright shrieking streaks. Massive walls of stone and glass fronted the streets above the race of cars and trolleys. Stone, steel, glass, electric light. No faces.”
The Dispossessed ~ Ursula K LeGuin
Wow, that is poetic. I can see the bones of this poem in her prose as well. The poem made me wonder if I should check out her other work but this passage fully convinced me. Thank you!
Thank you so much for sharing one of my favorite writer and role models.
Ursula Le Guin is an absolute genius of a thinker and writer. She’s a gem I recently discovered and am reading a wide variety of her works, and she is as diverse as her interests and talent.
Amen sister!!!!
#this 🙏🏽✨️
the body ages but the soul has no age and poetry comes through the soul x
Good lord she's so great. I love her so much!
Might as well say....