Ed note: I've been corresponding lately with poet Tom Healy because around here we're excited about his new book of poems What the Right Hand Knows and we're working out the particulars of his November guest blogging week. Tom had the good fortune to know Senator Kennedy and sent this message, which he agreed to let me post below:
If today had been my blog day, I would obviously have
celebrated Ted Kennedy. He gave Fred and me giant bear hugs, laughs
and a kiss whenever he saw us. It was the inimitable embrace he gave
all of America -- an intensity of respect and love and belief in
everything we could imagine for ourselves, as well as a little
good-hearted elbow in the ribs always to keep it real.
And
I might have done a post on the kind of sonorous, big heart,
tear-in-the-eye poetry Ted Kennedy liked and frequently quoted from
memory at dinner parties and on public occasions. It was often famous
work -- Frost, Yeats, Hardy, Blake -- that edged toward uplift,
sacrifice and self-effacement: the kind of poems that make you go quiet
while ice cubes clink in the glass. (After all, niece Caroline
anthologized many of these "family" poems into bestsellers!)
Fine, call me sentimental. I'm Irish. I like to drink. I loved Ted Kennedy. And I loved that he loved poetry, even if it didn't always quite seem to matter what poetry he loved at the time he was loving it.
Thank you, Tom
-- sdh
Thank you for this. It's a dimension of Kennedy that probably won't get mentioned in all of the news we'll hear in days to come, yet it illuminates the man.
Posted by: Marissa Despain | August 26, 2009 at 08:08 PM
Thanks for this lovely tribute to a man we will miss.
Posted by: Laura Orem | August 27, 2009 at 07:39 AM
Thank you Tom...beautiful and elegant.
Posted by: Martin Gomez | August 27, 2009 at 02:55 PM
Your remembrance paints a vivid portrait. It's almost as if we're there sharing dinner and drinks with Senator Kennedy and the family. Thanks Tom.
Posted by: Kevin Sharpley | August 28, 2009 at 11:34 AM