I am a book of snow,
a spacious palm, a meadow,
a circle that lingers,
I belong to the earth, and to its winter.
~Pablo Neruda
Happy Poetry Friday! Today's poem "I Hope This Email Never Finds You" by Anna Stacy comes from Apricity Magazine, The University of Texas at Austin's lit mag. I heard about the word "Apricity" and that ended up leading me to the magazine. 'Apricity' means the warmth of the sun in winter and comes from the Latin word 'apricitas' (sunny).
I HOPE THIS EMAIL NEVER FINDS YOU
by Anna Stacy
I hope this email does not find you well.
I hope this email does not find you
And instead arrives to a desk overgrown with moss,
Lit quietly by a shard of light through your collapsed apartment ceiling
And that the silence that it finds there is simply deafening.
I hope this email does not find you
And that it goes around the corner to your kitchen
Where your discarded dishes stand like lichened towers,
read the rest here
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Kathryn Apel has the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Kat!
7 comments:
Such a beautiful word. I think because it sounds like apricots. (And in the sentiment of the poem, I hope this comment never finds you.)
Oh, my goodness...."I am a book of snow..." I just had to linger there for a while. What a gorgeous line! But the poem, "I Hope this Email Never Finds You," is wonderful. What a great wish and mentor poem. I would love to write a poem like this. Thanks for the inspiration!
Thanks for sharing the goodness, Tabatha. Apricity is such a beautiful word.
Like Kat, I also thought of apricots when I read your word "Apricity". They are sunny fruits, right? The poem feels like the break-up of all time, an intriguing way to say goodbye. Thanks for sharing that magazine, Tabatha!
A break up! I hadn't thought of that. I took this poem to be a wish to get away from technology and the hum drum (that an email represents) into your heart's desire.
Tabetha, I love the poem that you shared. The thought of a family of squirrels making a home in an abandoned utensil drawer fills me with delight. I coped this one into my favorites folder.
On a different topic, I was speaking to someone over the holidays who said they were indifferent to another someone, and I was immediately transported to your blog. I think the comment was intended to be hurtful, and your Elie Wisel quote rang through my mind.
Oooh... apricity is delightful. Thank you for the word gift, and for sharing these poems. Beautiful.
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