Love in the Latter Part of Life
Love in the latter part of life,
Is more than a sudden squall
On calm September seas
That rises and abates.
It is an unexpected gift
Like the smile of a young girl
To a stranger.
Or a childhood portrait
In black and white
Abruptly bursting into color.
Or a crystal
Dug from the dark, stony soil
Of a mountain slope,
Brushed off
And held up to the sun,
The intrinsic beauty
Of its pure geometry
Perfectly revealed.
So the facets of our
Late-blooming love
Catch oh so briefly
The brilliant light
Of the waning afternoon
Interview
TSTmpj: It seems increasingly apparent to me
that as poets grow older, the themes of old age and mortality, the past and
nostalgia, inevitably more and more permeate their writing. What do you
wish to share about your feelings on your own "poetic mortality"?
Art Heifetz: It’s true we aging guys reminisce a lot, but
it also seems the memories become a lot sharper. My dad recalled a lot of
things in the nursing home that I had forgotten but couldn’t recall what he had
for breakfast. The fact that I’m at this stage of my life makes me try a lot
harder to leave a mark.
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TSTmpj: And yet, given my first question, it
seems that for you, love -- rightly as I see it -- usurps mortality. Any
thoughts?
Art Heifetz: I
feel that the memory of love does. I have a poem with that title, which
unfortunately is more than 30 lines. If my first wife has any shot at "eternal life," it’s through memory and maybe the poems I’ve
gotten published about her. I wrote this poem about my second one when I
realized I would celebrate our fiftieth wedding anniversary at the ripe old age
of 114.
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TSTmpj: Can love ever be "perfectly
revealed" in this life?
Art Heifetz: It’s like the crystal. When you find it in
your sixties, it needs a little dusting off. But when it’s held up to the
light, it shines every bit as brightly as it did at 20. When the kids see you dancing in the
park, they know something has been "revealed" beside the fact that grandpa has
gone gaga.
Bio Note
Art Heifetz recently retired from a career running an
insurance agency, and returned to his first love, poetry.
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