poetry

I’m not sure I want to do this

Instead of marrying the day after graduation,
in spite of freezing on my father’s arm as
here comes the bride struck up,
saying, I’m not sure I want to do this,

I should have taken that fellowship
to the University of Grenoble to examine
the original manuscript
of Stendhal’s unfinished Lucien Leuwen,

I, who had never been west of the Mississippi,
should have crossed the ocean
in third class on the Cunard White Star,
the war just over, the Second World War

when Kilroy was here, that innocent graffito,
two eyes and a nose draped over
a fence line. How could I go?
Passion had locked us together.

– Maxine Kumin, the opening stanzas of her poem “Looking Back in my Eighty-First Year.”

You can read the whole thing here. It’s a great companion piece for “Lucinda Matlock.” A dizzying last stanza.

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