Kim Addonizio

(July 31, 1954 / Washington, D.C)

New Year's Day - Poem by Kim Addonizio

The rain this morning falls
on the last of the snow

and will wash it away. I can smell
the grass again, and the torn leaves

being eased down into the mud.
The few loves I've been allowed

to keep are still sleeping
on the West Coast. Here in Virginia

I walk across the fields with only
a few young cows for company.

Big-boned and shy,
they are like girls I remember

from junior high, who never
spoke, who kept their heads

lowered and their arms crossed against
their new breasts. Those girls

are nearly forty now. Like me,
they must sometimes stand

at a window late at night, looking out
on a silent backyard, at one

rusting lawn chair and the sheer walls
of other people's houses.

They must lie down some afternoons
and cry hard for whoever used

to make them happiest,
and wonder how their lives

have carried them
this far without ever once

explaining anything. I don't know
why I'm walking out here

with my coat darkening
and my boots sinking in, coming up

with a mild sucking sound
I like to hear. I don't care

where those girls are now.
Whatever they've made of it

they can have. Today I want
to resolve nothing.

I only want to walk
a little longer in the cold

blessing of the rain,
and lift my face to it.


Comments about New Year's Day by Kim Addonizio

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (5/31/2016 2:24:00 PM)


    Great imagery, I agree with Weldon Davis......10+++ (Report) Reply

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  • Weldon Davis (1/13/2016 6:29:00 AM)


    I like this poem as well..Ms Barney you stole my favorite line! ! J/k..But seriously for me most poems have that turning point whereas the poet enchants (for lack of better adjective) their reader and you are drawn into their story...The big boned and shy line was that turning point for me in this particular piece...I don't have to tell you you are a fabulous poet, but I will and do so with no regrets...Cheers (Report) Reply

  • The Poet Poet (12/30/2015 3:07:00 PM)


    Minding cows in the wilderness


    Just remember
    and
    recall those tears....
    how love they traced away
    and
    left clean years


    such would be your agony
    if you had relied
    on despondency
    so smile for you
    will never be lonely


    Mom and dad are busy
    to produce for you
    some good company
    hope you will mind
    the cows till then
    be happy
    you have lost your
    having been
    a lovely teen
    now stay clean


    LOVELY NOSTALGIC MEMORIES
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  • The Poet Poet (12/30/2015 2:45:00 PM)


    such a lovely poem once had a long face and my teacher asked me why
    i smiled imagine yoursel like a cow whose tits are pulled twice and is fucked once a month then remeber all those gals sitting at the balcony lonely orchards only fruits apples too many mango seeds but the none their lust to feed just remember and recall those tears how love traced away and left tears such would be or agony if we relied on despondency so smile you will never be lonely mom and dad are busy to produce for you some good company hope you will mind the cows till then be happy you have lost your being lovely teen now stay clean
    LOVELY NOSTALGIC MEMORIES
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  • Kim Barney (12/30/2015 10:35:00 AM)


    I love this poem! It seems to have a melancholy tone and yet somehow it cheers me up immensely! I love the style and some of the expressions. Especially like these lines:
    Big-boned and shy,
    they are like girls I remember

    from junior high, who never
    spoke, who kept their heads

    lowered and their arms crossed against
    their new breasts
    (Report) Reply

  • Alem Hailu G/kristos (12/30/2015 7:59:00 AM)


    Where are the girls? Helps to reminisce.Also using background (snow &rain) helpsto foreground the message.It is a good style! (Report) Reply

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (12/30/2015 4:42:00 AM)


    Superb POEM...................10 (Report) Reply

  • Terry Craddock (12/30/2015 4:31:00 AM)


    'The rain this morning falls
    on the last of the snow

    and will wash it away. I can smell
    the grass again, and the torn leaves'

    loved this, the smell of cut grass is easy, torn leaves, depends so much on the type of tree and how torn, but loved the style
    (Report) Reply

  • Susan Williams (12/30/2015 1:38:00 AM)


    I like her style, I like the message she bears as she walks across the muddy fields with those demure cows. Excellent (Report) Reply

  • Ramesh T A (12/30/2015 12:57:00 AM)


    A Warning for the New Year!

    Everyone's attention is on Nature now!
    2004 Tsunami, harbour wave incidence
    Everyone remembers on 26th December!

    Then 2011 Thane storm no one can forget;
    Storms raging over oceans have attacked
    Indian Southern coasts along Bay of Bengal!

    All those natural disasters had happened
    At the end of December and whenever year
    Comes to an end we all talk about that....!

    This cloud bursting rains have lashed
    All places of South-East India very much
    Due to climatic changes happening now!

    Pollution leading to global warming is the cause
    Behind Climate Change that needs to be stopped!
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 10, 2015



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