Wednesday, December 10, 2014

December 10: Christmas Poem, Lisel Mueller, "Blood Oranges"

I am back to posting two times a day, now that my grading is done and I have a moment to think.  I've decided to focus on not-so-famous Christmas poems this week.

I need to start writing my Christmas poem for this year.  I'm hoping this little exercise will help inspire me a little bit.  Reading great poets and poems usually does.  Lisel Mueller is one of my favorites.  Her Christmas poem is gorgeous.

Saint Marty should be so lucky to write a poem like this.

Blood Oranges

by:  Lisel Mueller

In 1936, a child
in Hitler's Germany,
what did I know about the war in Spain?
Andalusia was a tango
on a wind-up gramophone,
Franco a hero's face in the paper.

No one told me about a poet
for whose sake I might have learned Spanish
bleeding to death on a barren hill.

All I knew of Spain
were those precious imported treats
we splurged on for Christmas.

I remember pulling the sections apart,
lining them up, sucking each one
slowly, so the red sweetness
would last and last --
while I was reading a poem
by a long-dead German poet
in which the woods stood safe
under the moon's milky eye
and the white fog in the meadows
aspired to become lighter than air.

I'm feeling inspired

No comments:

Post a Comment