An Exerpt from “Elegy, For my Father”
“I can tell you now
that I tried to take it all in, record it
for an elegy I’d write — one day —
when the time came. Your daughter,
I was that ruthless. What does it matter
if I tell you I learned to be? You kept casting
your line, and when it did not come back
empty, it was tangled with mine”
- Natasha Trethewey, who was named U.S. Poet Laureate earlier this year.See full poem here: http://to.pbs.org/RYOPpd
