Spirit Poem by Maggie Nelson
Spirit
The spirit of Jane
lives on in you,
my mother says
trying to describe
who I am. I feel like the girl
in the late-night movie
who gazes up in horror
at the portrait of
her freaky ancestor
as she realizes
they wear the same
gaudy pendant
round their necks.
For as long as I can
remember, my grandfather
has made the same slip:
he sits in his kitchen,
his gelatinous blue eyes
fixed on me. Well Jane,
he says, I think I'll have
another cup of coffee.
Amazing eloquence and emotions. Powerfully and movingly penned....
Beautifully written…. How generations get the descendance built in their structure, gait and looks… Loved reading.
I love how her mother compares her to her grandmother and then her granddad ask for some coffee doing the same
Extraordinary nuggets expressed in rather taciturn turnings of phrase. Well, I learn this is one of the current generation's finest poets - and it looks all the more unmistakably likely... especially going by what she's posted on this platform: -) Kudos, Maggie!
Such a wonderful piece of poetry. Loved it. The end is so beautiful. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Lovely piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely penned in good diction with conviction. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing Maggie.