hysterectomy (hysterectomy) wrote,

Wait by Galway Kinnell

Wait, for now.
Distrust everything, if you have to.
But trust the hours. Haven't they
carried you everywhere, up to now?
Personal events will become interesting again.
Hair will become interesting.
Pain will become interesting.
Buds that open out of season will become lovely again.
Second-hand gloves will become lovely again,
their memories are what give them
the need for other hands. And the desolation
of lovers is the same: that enormous emptiness
carved out of such tiny beings as we are
asks to be filled; the need
for the new love is faithfulness to the old.

Don't go too early.
You're tired. But everyone's tired.
But no one is tired enough.
Only wait a while and listen.
Music of hair,
Music of pain,
music of looms weaving all our loves again.
Be there to hear it, it will be the only time,
most of all to hear,
the flute of your whole existence,
rehearsed by the sorrows, play itself into total exhaustion.

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I really really liked that.
I know it's one of my favorites.
The story behind it is kind of interesting.
He was a professor at a University, and apparently it was before they really had counselors and shit so the students would often go to their professors with their problems.
One day one of his students, who had recently ended some kind of love affair, came to him and said she didn't feel like she could go on with her life. He had to go teach his next class so he told her to wait and to promise not to leave campus without talking to him again.
When she came back later he had written this poem for her.