Posted by kid a on October 12, 2002, at 1:02:24
In reply to Re: Plath: Insomniac, posted by kid a on October 12, 2002, at 0:59:45
The Dead
Their reward is
they become innocent again,and when they reappear in memory
death has completely erased
the blurs, given them boundaries. They riseand move through their new world with clean,
clear edges. My grandmother, in particular
has become buoyant, unattached finallyfrom her histories, from the trappings
of family. By no means was shea good woman. But the dead don't care anymore for that.
Weightless, they no longer assume
responsibility, they no longerhave bodies. Once,
at the end of August, after swimming
in the muddy pondI'd gone into the living room, cool
as vodka, where my grandmother
sat. Greed thins a woman,I remember her rings, bigger
than her fingers.
Water ran down my legsonto the floor becoming slippery
and my grandmother, her breath
scratchy from cigarettes and blended whiskey,leaned into my ear and whispered
you're an ugly girl. Do I haveto forgive her? My mother tells me
no one ever loved her,
so when I see her, I see her again in the park
in her pink tailored suit, suede pumps,I see her moving among the strange
gentlemen that have gathered, the dark
powerful men. She is still young, blondeand most of all, she is beyond reach, beautiful.
-Kate Northrop
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