The Poetry Pub’s day 12 prompt for the November Poem a Day Challenge is “nostalgia.” I can’t even see that word anymore without thinking of C.S. Lewis’ sermon, “The Weight of Glory, in which he writes,
In speaking of this desire for our own faroff country, which we find in ourselves even now, I feel a certain shyness. I am almost committing an indecency. I am trying to rip open the inconsolable secret in each one of you—the secret which hurts so much that you take your revenge on it by calling it names like Nostalgia and Romanticism and Adolescence; the secret also which pierces with such sweetness that when, in very intimate conversation, the mention of it becomes imminent, we grow awkward and affect to laugh at ourselves; the secret we cannot hide and cannot tell, though we desire to do both. — C.S. Lewis, “The Weight of Glory”
My poem just riffs (rips?) off his words. You can listen to me read the poem via the player below.
Once long ago, I can’t exactly say when I remember living in a far away land Where blue flowers bloomed in spring, Where birds sang songs That I can just remember But can’t seem to sing. You probably think me a fool. The more I speak, the more I feel That I’m confessing, Feel that I am somehow undressing, Or living that dream where one’s surprised That they’re at school and somehow arrived Undressed. I blush to admit it, but There’s something secret In the heart of me That wants to be known, Wants Someone to know And see. (Shake it off, I say). But this ache will not go away, These arrows pierce and pain My heart with a Glory Unknowable Someone I want to meet, yet Someone I fear...so, No. The want is Inconsolable. If I open to drink, I could die While to be in reach and denied Would be death just the same. "It’s nothing but 'a mood," I say. Still, I would rather have the ache Than not. I would rather hold the sweetness Of those moments when the vision of The ember-leafed tree Holds me, Or watching children I love Play with one another, Full of wonder, Ignorant of the world And me And those things I see. © Randall Edwards 2023