Dot The I Poem by Magdalena Biela
Dot The I
It is your birthday. I wish you well.
In my humble soul you will always dwell.
I dried my memories, I answered my ”why”
With my silence I dot the i.
What is a birthday? Joy or a tear?
A day to wait or to hate year by year?
A day to be happy? A day to cry?
With my silence I dot the i.
My birthdays are simple and easy to pass.
I don’t count my wrinkles, I consider it crass.
I count past birthdays and I bid them goodbye.
With my silence I dot the i.
How are you dear? Did you grow old?
Amongst my thoughts I thee behold.
I’d like to caress you, to fix your tie.
With my silence I dot the i.
I know you’re lonely. I’ve planted my seeds.
You have your science. I have my deeds.
I remember you being brilliant and shy.
With my silence I dot the i.
Happy another birthday, my faraway dear,
champagne cheers from my heart also this year!
I promise to do so till the day I’ll die.
With my silence I dot the i.
Happy another birthday, my faraway dear, champagne cheers from my heart also this year! ma questi tuoi versi sono proprio le parole giuste da rivolgere a te fra meno di 2 ore.. ;) yep, just the right words also for you.. in 1 and a half hour.. * * it's 22: 30 in Italy.. fra 1 ora e mezzo sarà il 17 Gennaio... BUON COMPLEANNO, cara Magda! ! :)
I don't know who is the muse of this wonderful poem, but if I were him, I would definitely consider myself the happiest man on this Earth. I confess that I felt the depths of somehow hidden love / friendship regrets, memories, sadness, while reading this poem. Maddalena has this innocent power to express deep feelings through very simple words and images. I felt a tear in my soul, also. I wish I were that man...
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5/10/2024 8:43:26 PM # 1.0.0.1119
What a heartfelt poem. This is a celebration not just of a birthday but something much larger which contains the custom of birthday celebration. What is that larger thing, that context I feel surrounding the poem? I cannot find the words at this moment. Let me just say, John Donne in one of his poetic sermons said No man is an island, a continent unto himself. This poem expresses such positive emotions about friendship conquering time and space that we intuitively know why no human being is an island.