A golden shovel for Margaret Atwood quoting Rilke.
It’s now that disturbs, that caws, that breaks
lately-laid soil, topples headstones, haggard hands out
clacking at all hours. Enough horrors in our hearts
in our heads; instead we reminisce, quote Baudelaire and Rilke.
Rilke! As if our ex-lovers and fin de siècle Paris can be conjured there
in that one line. In drag-step the raggedy caper. Now you have it:
and by the time we’re done there’ll be more. zombie, zombie, zombie.
Image: telomi on Flickr. I just received Margaret Atwood’s new collection of poetry – Dearly – and this poem struck me (though the collection is recommended).
I’m hosting the bar at Dverse tomorrow and we’re talking about endings (and you can find out all about golden shovels). Come join the fun – bar opens from 3.00pm New York time (EDT).
And here’s the Cranberries with their anthem of the same name (R.I.P. Dolores)