(poetry diary 129) This poem is almost-perfect for those of us who celebrate Christmas, esp. the part at the end of “irregular life” beginning again on the 26th. But why did Kinnell use “Tuesday” instead of letting it be a generic day? Although the oddness of the overly-specific detail does, perhaps, inadvertently make one compare it to other holidays rather than just Christmas….(Why are there not more good winter holidays? We need more good winter holidays! Ar.)
A Tuesday, day of Tiw,
god of war, dawns in darkness.
The short holiday of talking by the fire,
floating on snowshoes among ancient
self-pollarded maple trees,
visited, being visited, giving
a rain gauge, receiving red socks,