Sunday, April 24, 2005

Miss Marcy Went To Say Something

Miss Marcy went to say something:
She opened her mouth...
But nothing came out.

Not nothing—something like
A gibber, a grunt—
But nothing she meant to say.

She could see the words all right,
The ones she meant to say:
The rises, the falls, the curlycues,
The stoutness of the vowels,
The steadiness at the bottom—
The way the words would sound
When spoken.
But, nothing came out.

Damn it all, she thought.
And, with her good hand,
She turned the wheel of her chair
So that she faced the window
At the far end of the corridor,
And watched the light spilling over the sill,
Rippling down the radiator,
And streaming across the tile.

How would it be, she thought,
If I were to get out of this chair,
And walk over toward you,
And take your hand,
And whisper something in your ear?
How would it be?

He liked that—she could tell—
But, why -- she could not say .


Blogger Ned said...

I like this so much, for many reasons.

Firstly, the poem itself is a wonderful expression, such a moment of the heart, told with understanding but no pity. The last two lines are perfect. The mind formulating plans but the body unable to carry them out. The eloquence of the spirit, longing to be sounded.

But more than this, it speaks to everyone, to our limitations and our dreams, the mind conjuring our visions of finally being able to overcome our limitations to achieve what is in our hearts.

Truly a wonderful poem.

4/24/2005 08:11:00 AM  
Blogger Remainderman said...


You are most kind.

4/24/2005 08:23:00 AM  
Blogger Gone Away said...

Yeah, what Ned said. How come you've been hiding this from us, Mr Remainderman?

4/24/2005 09:23:00 AM  
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