She was four, he was one, it was raining, we had colds, we had been in the apartment two weeks straight, I grabbed her to keep her from shoving him over on his ........................ ........................ read full text »
'This was her mother, one of the
two whom she most loved, the two
who loved her most, near the source of love
was this.' - Loved the thoughts the poem leaves behind these lines.
Loved the comment of Adrian Flett.
i like how olds turns vignettes into verse, into detailed recollections. what is unspoken in this one is the sting of guilt, the regret. but the potential for meanness is in most or all of us if the triggers to it arise. -gk
yes every day happening...but not something ull forget in a long time...the angels might forget and take it in stride....you will surely remeber and relive
poignant sensitising and great vwrite
One of the English essayists I was required to read ages ago said that if you strike a child it can be forgiven only if it done in the heat of the moment and without premeditation. This may be the thought of E. M. Forrester, but I don't think so, and my mind does not seem to be able to help with a more exact source. 'The Clasp' is undergirded by this wonderful sensitivity and the courage to share a frequent phenomenon of being a parent. I hope someday to find more of your work here or someplace in the universe because it speaks of what Paul Tillich's literary executor once referred to as the integrity of language. Bill Grace
This poem rings with truth. I know that 'What's this? ' look from a child - the sudden realization that you're not always on their side. Olds brings this out so succinctly and beautifully. I had never thought about it before.