April 11 Poetry: Gates by Ted Kooser- a subtle love poem I think...
|These are the most open of all gates!|
One of the things He said was that a lot of the"great poets" of the English language did a disservice to poetry by making it inaccessible to regular people. I found that crazy liberating. It felt like, "okay I can like poetry without having to understand what the hell Tennyson or Hopkins or whomever is talking about. It's not about my failure if I don't understand poetry."
Anyway, we have this poem hanging on the wall of our living room. And, I LOVE IT!
This is a poem for me about leaving our hearts open to love, to emotion, to feeling, to depth etc. Surely openness is a dangerous endeavor indeed.
If a gate stands open long enough,
it can't be closed again. Slowly,
the morning glories tie it fast,
and the strength that kept it flying
over the grass-tops lets it down.
The same thing happens if a gate's
left closed; you lose it to the fence
(that's what a fence wants, after all).
A rule of thumb; if you can't use
your gate enough to keep in swinging,
better to leave it standing wide.
Sadly I don't have a reference for this poem. On the card it is printed on it says, "232 copies handest &printed 12 point Americana type by Michael Tarachow as the third Pentagram Press by letterpress broadside, May 1976 Poem copywrited by Ted Kooser"