A day to remember, the 10th of December

December 10th
Anything in common?  I’m stretching the analogy a bit because the light bulb was invented just about the time Emily died, but she was a keen observer of light as you can see from the beginning stanzas of these poems.
There is a certain slant of light
On winter afternoons
That oppresses like the weight
Of cathedral tunes
 
It’s like the light,-
A fashionless delight
It’s like the bee,-
A dateless melody.
 
The day came slow, till five o’clock,
Then sprang before the hills
Like hindered rubies or the light
A sudden musket spills.
   
And one of my favorites
 
I’ll tell you how the sun rose,-
A ribbon at a time.
The steeples bathed in amethyst,
The news like squirrels ran.

For Tyler James Murtha on his sixteenth birthday

My son has a son he named Ty
That boy is the peach of our eye
As a babe in his high chair
He resembled a Little Bear
So that name ever stuck to the guy

It’s hard to believe he’s sixteen
Seems just yesterday he was a tween
Where life will lead him
What passion will seize him
As of now are not likely foreseen

Ty’s a picture of calm, grace, and poise
And seldom he generates noise
His good looks do no harm
And that smile conveys charm
You might think him just one of the boys

But Tyler will forge his own plan
Making judgments as only he can
So strong and so fleet,
He’s quite an athlete
But mind and heart will reveal the man

The rare opportunity, Ty, you must tame
Fools and suckers overestimate fame
When you fail, be no sap
Each wrong turn mends your map
And never forget whence you came

James A. Murtha, 14 June 2016