Thanksgiving has come to its inevitable end, and my family has finally departed, ferried to their several Brooklyn-bound flights and safely landed.
This means I can now do three things:
1) clean
2) sleep
3) plan a blog post recapping the insanity that was this week.
Rest assured, I'm doing all of them. Until then:
A FAREWELL TO FRIENDS
after Nikolai Zabolotsky
Yes, the man is a tower of birds, I write my friends
into earth, into earth, into earth.
There, with lantern in hand,
a beetle-man greets his acquaintances.
You stand in white hats, long jackets,
with notebooks of poems,
you have for sisters wild carnations,
nipples of lilacs, splinters and chickens.
Go now, I will write a biography of rain,
the pages turn --
your first steps across the room.
(Ilya Kaminsky)
