Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Attention! Tony Hoagland Fans.

My new friend Donna out in West Virginia provided me with some background on Tony Hoagland, one of my favorite working poets. Donna, I couldn't get the e-mail together, but I would very much like a picture of the young Tony. Through the years I'm sorry to hear about his brother Robert, that shit hurts bad and changes lives, not to mention Robert losing his own.

Here's the first of Mr. Hoagland's poems that I read:

Lucky

If you are lucky in this life,
you will get to help your enemy
the way I got to help my mother
when she was weakened past the point of saying no.

Into the big enamel tub
half-filled with water
which I had made just right,
I lowered the childish skeleton
she had become.

Her eyelids fluttered as I soaped and rinsed
her belly and her chest,
the sorry ruin of her flanks
and the frayed gray cloud
between her legs.

Some nights, sitting by her bed
book open in my lap
while I listened to the air
move thickly in and out of her dark lungs,
my mind filled up with praise
as lush as music,

amazed at the symmetry and luck
that would offer me the chance to pay
my heavy debt of punishment and love
with love and punishment.

And once I held her dripping wet
in the uncomfortable air
between the wheelchair and the tub,
until she begged me like a child

to stop,
an act of cruelty which we both understood
was the ancient irresistible rejoicing
of power over weakness.

If you are lucky in this life,
you will get to raise the spoon
of pristine, frosty ice cream
to the trusting creature mouth
of your old enemy

because the tastebuds at least are not broken
because there is a bond between you
and sweet is sweet in any language.


I read this and I cried, felt ashamed, and was redeamed all at once.

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