Sunday Poetry: Who Has Fallen in the Night?
Welcome to Sunday Poetry. If this is your first visit you can read about the purpose and inspiration of my Sunday blogs here.
What’s your part? Just slow down a little and come along for the read–or sometimes, for the listen. No analysis needed or required. Let the poem sink in and move you wherever it may. If you’d like to tell us what the day’s poem means in your life, or what word or phrase you’ve chosen to reflect on in the coming week, or where those reflections have taken you, we would be honored to have your comment.
Billy Collins is one of my favorite poets, and I found his poem, Obituaries, both amusing and touching. I’ll admit to reading obituaries with great curiosity and enthusiasm and marveling at the amazing lives even the most “ordinary” people have led. But, of course, there’s more to this poem than that. “The awful flood of life” is an image to consider this week. I know I will. What will you take away? Will you read the obituaries with a keener eye?
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