Traces (for a mechanical heart)
This morning your heart stopped working.
They phoned me first –
My old address card was in your pocket.
You were wearing the suit we found
Together in Chelsea, the grey flannel,
Rien: You always said to me,
‘Why don’t you stop writing poems for a…
The tree lay down
on the garage roof
and stretched, You
have your heaven,
it said, go to it.
William Carlos Williams, from The Collected Poems of William Carlos Williams, Volume II, 1939-1962
—William Carlos Williams, Poetry, January 1921
Find out which of Poetry’s editors Williams wrote this poem for in 100 Years of Poetry: ‘In the Middle of Major Men.’
I didn’t know how to belong.
Longing? Yes. Belonging. No.
—Jeanette Winterson, from Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal? (via growing-orbits)
-Sandra Cisneros, excerpt from “One Last Poem for Richard”