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from ‘Halley’s Comet’ […] The whole family's asleep except for me. They never heard me steal into the stairwell hall and climb the ladder to the fresh night air.
Look for me, Father, on the roof of the red brick building at the foot of Green Street -- that's where we live, you know, on the top floor.
I'm the boy in the white flannel gown sprawled on this coarse gravel bed searching the starry sky, waiting for the world to end.
Stanley Kunitz (1905-2006)
Sticking – briefly – with last week’s comet theme, I also came across this beautiful poem recently. Stanley Kunitz was 5 when Halley’s Comet visited the skies above Worcester, Mass., in 1910. (The poem is reproduced in full here - http://www.poetryarchive.org/poem/halleys-comet.) The tenth Poet Laureate of the United States from 2000, his work often references his father, whom he never knew (he committed suicide just before Stanley Kunitz’s birth). So the image of the father looking for the son – having to be told where the family lives – is a particularly poignant one. As with Helen Mort’s poem of last week, we are invited to think about humanity and our place in the world through the lens of the faraway, the abstract.
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