Five years ago today, Peggy died. I'd rather celebrate her on her birthday, not her death-day. Yet here it is and I cannot let this day go without a small remembrance. She said Yes to life in all its offerings. Even in her dying she made of a dirge, a rhapsody.
Don’t go away. This is not about
anything Andalusian or epistemology.
It is just the punchline of a joke
Peggy and I used to share.
And now I can’t remember the joke.
We used to say those words for the sound of it,
for the polysyllabic stumbling of it all,
for the numbing pretentiousness.
It became a private expression which loses
everything in translation.
I want to ask her to remind me
where it came from
and where the choreography
of our dailiness has gone.
Two, she said, is a sacred number.
Her radiance still lights my way
through this long-night city.
I love you, sir. I too remember her on this day, as you might imagine, I think of her everyday.. we were blessed to share her in all her emanations. She gave us love and love. How fortunate are we!
ReplyDeleteLove back. You had for yourself about 33 years and we've had her ever since. As Peggy and I used to say,
ReplyDeleteOne has to be willing to be lucky.