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NO HURRY: POEMS 2000-2012
NO HURRY: POEMS 2000-2012
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  • Paperback
  • Oct.16.2012
  • 9780983294474
  • Etruscan Press

Michael gives an overview of the book:

            No Hurry, the author’s eighth book of poems, is a book of poems written in mid-age, which focuses on the amalgamation, and synthesis, of life experiences that might, or so we would like to hope, lead to wisdom The title is meant as an imploration, both to the writer and to his readers: No hurry to read these poems quickly; no hurry to live a life that is, in any event, fleeting; no hurry to pass through experience without savoring it, with all its varied pains and pleasures. No Hurry is a book of poems for the aging in body but youthful in spirit, for those interested in continuing to ask life’s most meaningful questions as they head “downhill”: What does it mean to be alive? What shall we make of this journey from birth to death? How can we find meaning and joy amid our mortality and suffering?  
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          No Hurry, the author’s eighth book of poems, is a book of poems written in mid-age, which focuses on the amalgamation, and synthesis, of life experiences that might, or so we would like to hope, lead to wisdom The title is meant as an imploration, both to the writer and to his readers: No hurry to read these poems quickly; no hurry to live a life that is, in any event, fleeting; no hurry to pass through experience without savoring it, with all its varied pains and pleasures. No Hurry is a book of poems for the aging in body but youthful in spirit, for those interested in continuing to ask life’s most meaningful questions as they head “downhill”: What does it mean to be alive? What shall we make of this journey from birth to death? How can we find meaning and joy amid our mortality and suffering?

 

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No Hurry

This morning waiting for the laundry to dry

I realized there was no hurry, no hurry waiting

for the bus to come no hurry for the sun to set

or the moon to rise no hurry, even, to arrive

at orgasm, your own or anyone else’s. There was

no hurry, certainly, for the protoplasm of decline

to make its way homewards, no hurry on the

divorce decree no hurry for the new marriage certificate

to arrive no hurry for the blossoms on the butterfly bush

outside this window to bloom or the apples to fall no hurry

for the ant just now making its way across this room to get

to the other side even though thousands of its little brethren

are impatiently waiting. There is no hurry,  I realize,

for these very fingers  to make their way over the keys 

no hurry for the brave little homunculus of the day to reach

afternoon no hurry for the wrinkles around my eyes

to broaden their ravenous parentheses no hurry for impotence

bladder problems mutating cancer cells no hurry, my darling,

for anything to become or not to become of us no hurry

for the plane to depart or to arrive no hurry no hurry no hurry

since, sooner or later, everything will arrive at breath’s finish line

and we will all be winners, and all will be still, and everything

we had always been hurrying towards will finally be ours.

 

God’s Window

                      “They are gazing at God’s windows.”

                                      Czech proverb describing the easy indolence of the

                                           loafing, vagabond heroes of Czech folk songs

 

I sit in the garden listening

to my inner voice: What

could my inner voice be saying?

The birds are singing, says my inner voice,

the storks are nesting. My inner voice

looks up at the sky. The moon

is waning, it says, the sun

is setting. My inner voice

says nothing about ambition, nothing

about love. It’s been a beautiful day,

it says, the moles are tunneling

through the earth. A scent of honeysuckle

wafts between the trees. It’s getting dark,

says my inner voice. It’s time

to go to bed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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About Michael

Michael Blumenthal graduated from the Cornell Law School with a J.D. degree in 1974, after studying philosophy and economics at the State U. of New York at Binghamton. His seventh book of poems, And, will be published by BOA Editions in May, 2009. A graduate of...

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