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The Monday Poem > Another Year by Anne Michaels (10/10/2016)

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message 1: by Jenny (last edited Oct 09, 2016 10:07AM) (new)

Jenny (jeoblivion) | 4869 comments Another Year
by Anne Michaels

Another year and we're together,
crossing your glinting fields.

Five p.m. under a sky claimed in childhood,
claimed in streets connecting your house with mine,
home from another city,
another year of separation.

We pause in our metallic light
and talk—50, 15, 25 years old,
depending on the subject.
Traversed by the treeline,
your body in your mother's jacket.
Nothing breaks the restraint of this grid,
your face held in place by pines,
New Year's Eve, our conversation.

Each year the forest presses our dialogue
into another ring.
One day the wooden record will play itself;
we'll hear each time we chose
one past over another to extrapolate,
each time that path grew over.

Your brother skates on the pond,
moving like pen on paper.

Time emanates from our selves.
We run after it
like your retriever let go in a field:
part fluid muscle, part slung leash.

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B the BookAddict (bthebookaddict) | 8315 comments Lovely, Jenny.


message 3: by [deleted user] (new)

What a beautiful poem, Jenny! My favorite image:


Each year the forest presses our dialogue
into another ring.
One day the wooden record will play itself;
we'll hear each time we chose
one past over another to extrapolate,
each time that path grew over.

I love the images and the message of this poem. Thanks, Jenny.


message 4: by Gill (new)

Gill | 5720 comments I really like this, Jenny. Thanks! I was trying to decide on my favourite part, but there are so many parts that I like. Do you have a favourite part, Jenny?


message 5: by Greg (new)

Greg | 7512 comments Mod
I love this Jenny - the freshness of the imagery is wonderful. I especially like the comparison with the history in tree rings, but I think the last stanza is my favorite.


message 6: by Jenny (new)

Jenny (jeoblivion) | 4869 comments Thanks guys, I am glad you like it.

@Gill, I think my favourite part is basically the entire second half of the poem, but one thing that I didn't even really fully notice in the beginning and that I've really come to love is the little bit: Your brother skates on the pond,
moving like pen on paper.

It's less the image I see and more the sound that I then hear in the background while reading the last stanza which I think is beautiful, and it somehow amplifies the image of the wooden record, as if he were the needle following the grooves of the record.


message 7: by Alannah (new)

Alannah Clarke (alannahclarke) | 11721 comments Mod
Beautiful poem Jenny.


message 8: by Shirley (new)

Shirley | 4177 comments I really like this, especially "Each year the forest presses our dialogue
into another ring.
One day the wooden record will play itself;
we'll hear each time we chose
one past over another to extrapolate,
each time that path grew over."
What a lovely way of describing the meetings, and looking back over time. This poem has so much to it, the more I read it, the more I see!


message 9: by Greg (new)

Greg | 7512 comments Mod
Jenny wrote: "It's less the image I see and more the sound that I then hear in the background while reading the last stanza which I think is beautiful, and it somehow amplifies the image of the wooden record, as if he were the needle following the grooves of the record.."

Love the way you describe this Jenny! I can see what you mean, though I hadn't noticed it until you mentioned it.


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