No words here these days and weeks. It has been a time of listening, of uncertainty, and sometimes it is best to remain silent. Keats spoke of negative capability, and psychoanalysis has made a virtue of being able to hold one’s words in the face of not knowing. But a time comes when something has to be said. To be offered. Doubts prevail, but as one of my Catalan psychoanalytic tutors used to say: “S’ha de dir.” You must say it.
Two hands, 85 and 88.
First entwined in ’55,
they’re at it still,
and holding out
against an imminent farewell.
Not long now,
until her hand will close
around his absence,
that wordless love
to see her through the days.
October 24, 2018 at 10:05
That’s beautiful, Alan. Sad and beautiful.
October 24, 2018 at 10:07
Thank you, Laurence, for these kind words.
October 24, 2018 at 10:13
This is beautiful. The simplicity of your words paints such a vivid and emotional picture. My thoughts are with you all.
October 24, 2018 at 10:16
Thank you, Jo. That really is much appreciated.
October 24, 2018 at 18:44
Heartfelt and poignant Alan. Very touching and beautiful.
October 24, 2018 at 19:30
Many thanks, Murdo, for these kind words.
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October 25, 2018 at 08:24
Having said goodbye to my mother-in-law this spring, your beautiful post really struck a chord with me, Alan. Such a touching and poignant testimony. Thank you.
October 25, 2018 at 08:27
Thank you, Julian. Your words mean a lot at this time. Hope all is well with you.
October 25, 2018 at 10:06
We find rest in those we love and we provide a resting place in ourselves for those who love us.St Bernard of Clairvaux
October 25, 2018 at 10:47
Not familiar with that. Most apt. Thank you.
October 25, 2018 at 15:54
Beautiful and poignant. Spreading my arms around you x
October 25, 2018 at 15:58
Well thank you
November 3, 2018 at 16:18
Alan, you have brought tears to my eyes and rightly so, poetic and very moving.