Let me live in the sunThese lines come from Marge Piercy's Woman on the Edge of Time, a book I remember as terribly important to my becoming self all those many years ago. I wanted to get it reread, but I didn't make time for it, so it is going back to the library now; however, I hope recording the words here will remind me to check it out again, to see how it and I have changed over the years. One thing I know has not changed: my love for these lines. What do you think? Can they be considered part of the National Poetry Month conversation? I think we should seek poetry in all places and acknowledge it wherever it is found.
the years I have,
let me walk in the rain
the years I have.
Live long enough to tell my love
to everyone I love.
Live long enough to bake a brick
for the house we share.
Let me fight like a tiger
and leave something pretty
like a moon snail
on the common beach.
Woman on the Edge of Time by Marge Piercy
A week ago or so, I was looking through some old notebooks and journals from college and came across the following poem/song: