Posts Tagged ‘ mother ’

A Longhouse Birdhouse: KAZUKO SHIRAISHI ~

Summer Time — The Full Moon 
Four Days After July 27th



my mother silently went to heaven       four days ago

and tonight       is the full moon

my mother quietly completed her work

the last penance called living

when she breathed in and exhaled       as though reaching

as far back as to the Inca Empire

the thin river of her life

trembled like a thread

snow     everything is fine

she is     happier than the moon      she does not have to wander about

among the dark clouds

she does not have to       shine serenely

and slowly leave

she has obtained       the permanence

of her existence by not existing       ah

I forgot to say, thank you       because your leaving

this world was      too soon      and too quiet a sigh

what is called permanence is       transient

because it only exists inside me

in this finite inside

infinity       that is a permanence is       now

floating

ah       full moon

please shine

on my beloved       my mother

please flutter

like a spring breeze

quietly over the repose of her soul

like

drops of light

——————————

Kazuko Shiraishi
MY FLOATING MOTHER, CITY
New Directions 2009
translated from the Japanese by
Yumiko Isumura & Samuel Grolmes

 

Source: A Longhouse Birdhouse: KAZUKO SHIRAISHI ~

Tanya Tagaq – Retribution – YouTube

Story of Hillary Clinton’s Mother Forms Emotional Core of Campaign – NYTimes.com

Hillary Rodham Clinton and her mother, Dorothy Rodham, at a hotel in New York in 1992. Credit

Ron Frehm/Associated Press

Story of Hillary Clinton’s Mother Forms Emotional Core of Campaign – NYTimes.com.

because of a story in which the mother by Katie Yates

because of a story in which the mother by Katie Yates.

Seamus Heaney poem chosen as Ireland’s best-loved – RTÉ News

Seamus Heaney’s ‘When All the Others were Away at Mass’ has been chosen as Ireland’s best-loved poem

When all the others were away at Mass 

In Memoriam M.K.H., 1911-1984

When all the others were away at Mass
I was all hers as we peeled potatoes.
They broke the silence, let fall one by one
Like solder weeping off the soldering iron:
Cold comforts set between us, things to share
Gleaming in a bucket of clean water.
And again let fall. Little pleasant splashes
From each other’s work would bring us to our senses.
So while the parish priest at her bedside
Went hammer and tongs at the prayers for the dying
And some were responding and some crying
I remembered her head bent towards my head,
Her breath in mine, our fluent dipping knives –
Never closer the whole rest of our lives.

 

 

 

Seamus Heaney poem chosen as Ireland’s best-loved – RTÉ News.

Dr. Maya Angelou – Love Liberates

The Body That Read the Laugh: Cixous, Kristeva, and Mothers Writing Mothers | Karina Quinn | M/C Journal

The Body That Read the Laugh: Cixous, Kristeva, and Mothers Writing Mothers | Karina Quinn | M/C Journal.