Getting Older

Getting Older

The first surprise: I like it.
Whatever happens now, some things
that used to terrify have not:

I didn't die young, for instance. Or lose
my only love. My three children
never had to run away from anyone.

Don't tell me this gratitude is complacent.
We all approach the edge of the same blackness
which for me is silent.

Knowing as much sharpens
my delight in January freesia,
hot coffee, winter sunlight. So we say

as we lie close on some gentle occasion:
every day won from such
darkness is a celebration.


from Collected Poems and Translations (Carcanet Press, 2002), copyright © Elaine Feinstein 2002, used by permission of the author and the publisher.

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1Father

2Dad

3Song of Power

4Marriage

5Anniversary

6Onion

7Out of Touch

8Renaissance Feb. 7

9From The Celebrants

10By the Cam

10Patience

12June

13England

14Urban Lyric

15Annus Mirabilis 1989

16Getting Older

17Insomnia

18Eclipse

19Bonds

20Wheelchair

21Mother

22Gold

23Living Room

24Casualty

25Prayer for my Son

26Bells

27From Poem of the End

28An Attempt at Jealousy

29Two

11Patience

Books by Elaine Feinstein