[identity profile] ian-gazarek.livejournal.com posting in [community profile] greatpoetry
"Men at Forty"

Men at forty
Learn to close softly
The doors to rooms they will not be
Coming back to.

At rest on a stair landing,
They feel it moving
Beneath them now like the deck of a ship,
Though the swell is gentle.

And deep in mirrors
They rediscover
The face of the boy as he practices tying
His father's tie there in secret,

And the face of that father,
Still warm with the mystery of lather.
They are more fathers than sons themselves now.
Something is filling them, something

That is like the twilight sound
Of the crickets, immense,
Filling the woods at the foot of the slope
Behind their mortgaged houses.

Date: 2004-10-08 02:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amieinstereo.livejournal.com
Ian,
fantastic post (as usual).
This must be a new poem (hence the 2004),
but it seems strangely old and familiar...

Date: 2004-10-08 10:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pachamama.livejournal.com
It was originally published in 1967 ("Men at Forty"). I think the "1925-2004" refers to the fact that Justice died in August this year.

silly rabbit...

Date: 2004-10-08 07:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amieinstereo.livejournal.com
Oh, good!
That makes perfect sense.
i'd have sworn i'd read it before-
thanks for clarifyting!

Date: 2004-10-08 09:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pachamama.livejournal.com
I really loved this.

Date: 2004-10-09 04:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smilezthief.livejournal.com
I like! Thank you!

Date: 2004-10-11 01:33 am (UTC)

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