I want to be once more on the land
when April brings a frosty surprise,
where even August can powder with snow.
September smiles indolent and clement, umbrellas are pointless.
Lime trees put on a show as they fall in our hair,
as we hide in their tunnels, as we skip class at school.
I want indigestion with memories both false and true.
I want clothes for all seasons,
and not just babies with fuzz-ripened skin.
Sharp-clawed darkness, the wolves howling from forests
that linger primordial near clean-ploughed fields.
I want you and I to be younger,
not necessarily a happy end.
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14 thoughts on “If This Be Nostalgia, I Am Guilty”
That was beautiful, Marina. Made me inexplicably nostalgic as well.
Full of surprises, like “indigestion of…” and fuzz on babies. Nice original combinations that surprise and make thoughtful. Looks as if you’d put some time into the comp of it. Very nice.
This really captures the feeling of nostalgia, Marina Sofia. And it’s interesting how we feel nostalgic at t he oddest moments. Well, I do, anyway…
i like the lime trees and skipping class, it changes the air of the poem which is concise and nostalgic…so many good writers to watch for me just starting again..cool
Oh heck, along with all the other wishes, let’s ask for “happy endings too.”
Being younger is not necessarily a happy end? Let me think about that!
I always knew that there is a reason why we elderly are conservative… it was always better before we were younger… it’s not the end we are seeking but another beginning.
I liked the last two lines–youth, not just a happy end.
“I want you and I to be younger”
So much to explore….those days !!!
to wish for the energy, the optimism, the wonders and wanderings in taste and some haste of youth –
your closure is particularly powerful – adds a realistic bite that anchors the entire piece – but if we’re going to dream, why not a happy ending or three?
Very wise poem. It’s almost a poetic, a rhetorical goad or whip or gauntlet.
I am seriously in love with your words especially; “I want indigestion with memories both false and true”… so evocative!💖
I love being older actually. Youth had its moments but age brings, if not wisdom, a certain detachment from the whirling world.
Younger or older, I want to travel the road again.
Love this line: I want indigestion with memories both false and true.