POETRY IS LIKE TAKING A DEEP BREATH

Tuesday, 12 June 2012

THE OLD NEIGHBOURS






The weather's turned, and the old neighbors creep out
from their crammed rooms to blink in the sun, as if
surprised to find they've lived through another winter.
Though steam heat's left them pale and shrunken
like old root vegetables,
Mr. and Mrs. Tozzi are already
hard at work on their front-yard mini-Sicily:
a Virgin Mary birdbath, a thicket of roses,
and the only outdoor aloes in Manhattan.
It's the old immigrant story,
the beautiful babies
grown up into foreigners. Nothing's
turned out the way they planned
as sweethearts in the sinks of Palermo. Still,
each waves a dirt-caked hand
in geriatric fellowship with Stanley,
the former tattoo king of the Merchant Marine,
turning the corner with his shaggy collie,
who's hardly three but trots
arthritically in sympathy. It's only
the young who ask if life's worth living,
not Mrs. Sansanowitz, who for the last hour
has been inching her way down the sidewalk,
lifting and placing
her new aluminum walker as carefully
as a spider testing its web. On days like these,
I stand for a long time
under the wild gnarled root of the ancient wisteria,
dry twigs that in a week
will manage a feeble shower of purple blossom,
and I believe it: this is all there is,
all history's brought us here to our only life
to find, if anywhere,
our hanging gardens and our street of gold:
cracked stoops, geraniums, fire escapes, these old
stragglers basking in their bit of sun.



Katha Pollitt
1949



4 comments:

  1. Thought I was reading (and enjoying) YOUR words, till I got to 'Manhattan.'

    Thanks for sharing



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  2. Katha Pollitt is a name I know, but not as a poet. Wonderful poem, once again, not least because of lines like this:

    . . . It's only
    the young who ask if life's worth living,
    not Mrs. Sansanowitz, who for the last hour
    has been inching her way down the sidewalk,

    I know those fire escapes of which she speaks, not to mention their denizens, blinking in the sun.

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  3. Another absolute gem, Friko. How do you find them?

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