Nostalgia, Animals
Hello darling friends.
It’s Sunday today, tomorrow is a bank holiday and Tuesday is my birthday — so, for this week’s newsletter, I’m sharing one of my favourite poems. In this letter every week I try to capture something that is true and to share it with you all. This week, I’ve been writing back into the past and remembering, so, here’s a Frank O’Hara poem about youth and things that have been lost, and which reminds me that to grieve the things and people that are gone is really an act (the last act) of love.
Rosie xxx
Animals
Have you forgotten what we were like then
when we were still first rate
and the day came fat with an apple in its mouth
it's no use worrying about Time
but we did have a few tricks up our sleeves
and turned some sharp corners
the whole pasture looked like our meal
we didn't need speedometers
we could manage cocktails out of ice and water
I wouldn't want to be faster
or greener than now if you were with me O you
were the best of all my days