Thursday and A Poem
Dec. 1st, 2011 05:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nightdog_barksMet my radiation doc today. She is tall and dark and beautiful. :-D
Also, the November 28th issue of The New Yorker came, with a poem from one of my favorite writers in it:
Convalescing
I spend the days deciding
on a commemorative poem.
Not, luckily, an epitaph.
A quiet poem
to establish the fact of me.
As one of the incidental faces
in those stone processions.
Carefully done.
Not claiming that I was
at any of the great victories.
But that I volunteered.
~ Jack Gilbert
Also, the November 28th issue of The New Yorker came, with a poem from one of my favorite writers in it:
Convalescing
I spend the days deciding
on a commemorative poem.
Not, luckily, an epitaph.
A quiet poem
to establish the fact of me.
As one of the incidental faces
in those stone processions.
Carefully done.
Not claiming that I was
at any of the great victories.
But that I volunteered.
~ Jack Gilbert
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Date: 2011-12-02 08:15 pm (UTC)Will you get tattoos for the radiotherapy?
Yep. Supposedly three of them, very tiny, like the dot at the top of a typed "i". I do not think I will mind.