Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Poetry Tuesday: "Question" by May Swenson


Question

Body my house
my horse my hound
what will I do
when you are fallen

Where will I sleep
How will I ride
What will I hunt

Where can I go
without my mount
all eager and quick
How will I know
in thicket ahead
is danger or treasure
when Body my good
bright dog is dead

How will it be
to lie in the sky
without roof or door
and wind for an eye

With cloud for shift
how will I hide?

--May Swenson

42 comments:

Copyboy said...

I get age and the economy from that one. Yeah, I'm not very good at interpreting stuff. Sorry. Still like it. And the pic is cool!

Madi and Mom said...

Morning BB
Thank you for sharing the lovely poem. You find the nicest verses.
Madi and Mom

Seams Inspired said...

I love the first 4 lines the best. I feel that way the older I get. :o) Thanks for sharing. Happy Tuesday! Larri at Seams Inspired

Tabor said...

Nice.

Old Kitty said...

Your body is your temple and so we really must look after it but sometimes it gives up and there's not a lot you can do!

Oh my! I have the sudden urge to buy a muffin. Take care
x

Parsley said...

So many different thoughts come out of this. That's the beauty of poetry...

I'm not a poet but I do like to write thoughts. Today I had a dooozy.

Out on the prairie said...

A look possibly at the afterlife, where do we go?A unique verse to share.Hey, email me if you want that file for screensaver.

Baby Sister said...

I love this one. :) Thanks Betty!!

HulaBuns said...

For some reason I know feel like foraging. LOL

Loved the poem BB! :)

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

Bummer about the dead dog...

ds said...

Very nice, very nice indeed. I don't know much of May Swenson. Will have to fix that. Thank you!

blueviolet said...

Oh geez, my horse is turning gimp, I'm afraid. Day by day, hour by hour.

Jami said...

Very nice imagery. Interesting....

welcome to my world of poetry said...

I loved this also.


Yvonne.

Brian said...

A day in the life, and then some!

Pat Tillett said...

great poem! None of us is getting out of here alive or totally intact, that's for sure...
I'm reminded every morning when I wake up and every injury I ever had is twinging unitl I loosen up.

Have you read May Swenson's
"Analysis Of Baseball" poem?
It's a classic...

A girl needs 2 Talk said...

That photograph had me staring long... I love the veins that show there. Really cool!

Talli Roland said...

Beautiful poem! Thanks, Bossy Betty!

Joyful said...

Fabulous poem. I can sure relate to it.

baygirl32 said...

sorry, my attention deficit is acting up, the owns the feet?

Ann said...

interesting poem. The final line "how will I hide" I often wonder that :)

Joey @ Big Teeth and Clouds said...

Silly that death metaphors are less scary for me than the aging ones in the mirror poem.

I must be that shallow.

DrSoosie said...

Betty that poem articulates so many feelings in me it is hard to describe. I really love your choice of poems and I thank you for exposing me to poets that I might otherwise have missed. It is so great to feel you are learning something while blogging and following blogs.

Daisy said...

I like this one a lot, Betty. Makes me think. It's good for me to do that once in a while. ;) Happy Tuesday to you!

Marlene said...

Those toenails need some pretty red polish. :)

(My way of saying...I haven't got a clue what that poem said, cuz I really suck at poetry. Guess I should have been paying more attention in Miss Watson's English class!)

faye said...

Now that is a shot I would have taken.... love it.

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Sniffles and Smiles said...

I LOVE this!!!! I'm grinning from ear-to-ear!!! Can so relate to it!!! Thanks Betty!!! ~Janine XOXO

Jennifer said...

Love the poem! I gave you an award on my blog. Stop by and check it out!

Poetic Shutterbug said...

Ah, I can relate to this one. Age creeps up on us yet, if we focus on it we get there faster. Nice poem

Jimmy said...

Living and aging while accepting our destiny.

Like Susie said you are exposing me to poetry I would have never read otherwise.

Thank You

Madi and Mom said...

Hi BB,
I was finally able to see your picture of the lovely vanity!!!
Madi and Mom

Theresa Milstein said...

I can't tell who she was worried about losing but I can feel her fear for the life without.

Cheeseboy said...

If it were not for you, I'd never read poetry. But I am always glad I did when you post it.

Green Monkey said...

feet say even more than hands.

thanks for sharing such a lovely poem!

Michelle Faith said...

This just made my feet hurt and makes me think I need to get a new pair of Burks.

Momma Fargo said...

Awesome pic to go with the poem. Love it!

Beth Zimmerman said...

I'm not good at poetry and the picture of feet completely lost me. But it's nice to see you're still out here doing your thing!

Alyssa said...

Dearest Aunty,

Why didn't you use a picture of my lovely feet?

Kazzy said...

Beautiful!

CherylK said...

That's brilliant! Wow...

Betty Manousos @ CUT AND DRY said...

Thanks for sharing this lovely poem.
Very inspiring!

B xx