From time to occasional time, I receive a missive from Tom Delmore who always signs himself, Poet - and that he is. I told you about him and his work in a post last May and his most recent book of poems is available at Amazon and other places on the web.
Tom finds much more interesting poems about old age than I do and last week, he sent one by Peter Everwine who, Wikipedia tells us, grew up in western Pennsylvania
”...was educated in the Midwest. In 1962, he joined Philip Levine on the faculty of Fresno State University. He retired from there in 1992.
“He was a senior Fulbright lecturer in American poetry at the University of Haifa, Israel. In 2008, he was visiting writer at Reed College...
“Everwine is the author of seven collections of poetry...”
He currently lives in Fresno and has won a slew of awards through the years.
Today's poem is from Everwine's book, "Listening Long and Late," published in 2013. You can find that book and others by Everwine at Amazon and elsewhere on the internet.
The other thing I want to mention before you read this poem is that last June, I titled a post, Do Old People Smell Funny? which you can find here if you want to find out about that.
Here, then, Poem on My 79th Birthday. It's short and sure to make you smile.
This morning, in a jelly glass on my table,
a handful of the season's first violets—
a gift from the garden of a dear friend.
Old age, I'm told, has a discernible odor.
Who would have thought mine
would be so delicate,
so piercing sweet.
At The Elder Storytelling Place today, Monica Devine: Absolution