Thursday, April 17, 2025

A Gathering of Poetry

 Good Morning!

Once again we come to a Thursday in April...National Poetry Month.  As in previous weeks in April, I am joining BonnyKymSarah and Kat to share poems with you.  This week we are sharing poems on aging.  I recently came across this poem by Ursula LeGuin.


Theory of Aging

 

As the number of the years gets bigger

the year itself grows smaller

but heavier.  It acquires gravity.

It will finally get so heavy

that it cannot continue as it is

but implodes to a black hole

into which sink all the years

becoming numberless

and utterly weightless.

This poem and others can be found in a recent volume of poetry I read:  So Far So Good Final Poems 2014 - 2018 by Ursula K. LeGuin.


8 comments:

  1. Ooof! I definitely feel like the years are smaller (or shorter) as I get older, and sometimes I feel like several of them have imploded because I feel like they've passed by without my noticing.

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  2. What a wonderful poem, Vera! Ursula Le Guin is such a master at capturing the words . . . and making them resonate.

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  3. This is a new poem to me but a wonderful one. I like her use of both "heavier' and "gravity" and ending as "numberless and utterly weightless". She does paint a different picture of aging!

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  4. Life does get heavy here at the end. Everything either matters too much or not at all.

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  5. whoa. yes. I'm not sure I want to read the whole collection right now, but thank you for sharing this one. it's powerful!

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  6. I love that collection of poems.

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  7. What a perfect description of aging. I am not familiar with this collection of poetry, but I am going to see if my library has it and read more of Ursula K. LeGuin! Thank you so much for sharing!

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  8. If I am enjoying myself the time flies by if I am dreading something time stands still. Love your poem!

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