American Life in Poetry: Column 123


There is a type of poem, the Found Poem, that records an author's
discovery of the beauty that occasionally occurs in
the everyday
discourse of others. Such a poem might be words
scrawled on a
wadded scrap of paper, or buried in the
classified ads, or on a
billboard by the road. The poet makes it
his or her poem by holding
it up for us to look at. Here the
Washington, D.C., poet
Joshua Weiner
directs us to the poetry
in a letter written not
by him but to him.

Found Letter

What makes for a happier life, Josh, comes to this:
Gifts freely given, that you never earned;
Open affection with your wife and kids;
Clear pipes in winter, in summer screens that fit;
Few days in court, with little consequence;
A quiet mind, a strong body, short hours
In the office; close friends who speak the truth;
Good food, cooked simply; a memory that's rich
Enough to build the future with; a bed
In which to love, read, dream, and re-imagine love;
A warm, dry field for laying down in sleep,
And sleep to trim the long night coming;
Knowledge of who you are, the wish to be
None other; freedom to forget the time;
To know the soul exceeds where it's confined
Yet does not seek the terms of its release,
Like a child's kite catching at the wind
That flies because the hand holds tight the line.

American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also
supported by the Department of English
at the University of
Nebraska-Lincoln. Poem
copyright (c) 2006 by Joshua Weiner.
Reprinted from
“From the Book of Giants," University of Chicago
Press, 2006,
by permission of the author. Introduction copyright
(c) 2006
by The Poetry Foundation. The introduction's author,
Kooser, served as United States Poet Laureate Consultant in
Poetry to the Library of Congress from 2004-2006. We do not accept
unsolicited manuscripts.