Poetry

wintersigh

1

winter is slowly peeling

her finest clothes off with a sigh

flowers will bend their tender heads

to warm breezes by and by

a winter anniversary–

i threw my heart off the high bridge

nearly three years ago

i laced it up in satin bows and when

the sun sank low

i took it from my pocket

i waved it at the town

i tossed that package overboard and

watched that baby drown

my heart is sailing smooth waters in heart heaven now

2

winter jumps to greet the spring

and breathes a gentle sigh

hyacinths will blossom soon

‘neath sunlight and blue sky

there’s nothing you can steal from me

ive no love left to take

theres no feeling left that you can harm

no heart left you can break

you send to me your letters

ones unopened in the hall

o youre a poet with no loss for words

still you say nothing at all

theres nothing you can steal from me

ive no love left to hide

3

the earth turns over in her sleep and moans a wintersigh

The Story: I wrote this in 1978 (and it was published in 1986) after hanging out with a professor at the University of Minnesota. Nothing serious, he went on to teach at Berkeley and I never heard from him again. (Not really. I found him online last fall. He’s teaching in New Mexico and I sent him an email thanking him for his attention. He wrote back saying he remembered me! And you’re welcome.) The High Bridge is a real bridge over the Mississippi River, in St. Paul. The old High Bridge was 75 years old and really scary. Every time I got depressed and thought I would kill myself, I’d walk on the bridge and think better.

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One Response

  1. so true

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