This week’s New Favorite Poet is: Anya Silver

This week’s new favorite poet got my attention in Column 361 of the American Life in Poetry with her poem

“Leaving the Hospital”

As the doors glide shut behind me,
the world flares back into being—
I exist again, recover myself,
sunlight undimmed by dark panes,
the heat on my arms the earth’s breath.
The wind tongues me to my feet
like a doe licking clean her newborn fawn.
At my back, days measured by vital signs,
my mouth opened and arm extended,
the nighttime cries of a man withered
child-size by cancer, and the bells
of emptied IVs tolling through hallways.
Before me, life—mysterious, ordinary—
holding off pain with its muscular wings.
As I step to the curb, an orange moth
dives into the basket of roses
that lately stood on my sickroom table,
and the petals yield to its persistent
nudge, opening manifold and golden.

This poem really affected me deeply because I and those very dear to me, as the article states, have “been in a hospital, and got out alive” and felt “really alive.”

My favorite passage is:

“the nighttime cries of a man withered
child-size by cancer, and the bells
of emptied IVs tolling through hallways.
Before me, life—mysterious, ordinary—
holding off pain with its muscular wings.”

When one gets out of the hospital, healthy and “alive”, there is always some measure of guilt having left the people behind that may not be so fortunate. Also, the idea of “emptied IVs” as “bells” is an amazing metaphor!

The full article can be found here.

;oD

Jamy

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