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