As we all know, getting older isn’t hard to do. Time continues on. In this poem, Deborah Warren of Massachusetts asks us to think about the life lived between our past and present selves, as indicated in the marginal comments of an old book. There’s something beautiful about books allowing us to talk to who we once were, and this poem captures this beauty.
Finding an old book on a basement shelf— gray, spine bent—and reading it again, I met my former, unfamiliar, self, some of her notes and scrawls so alien
that, though I tried, I couldn’t get (behind this gloss or that) back to the time she wrote to guess what experiences she had in mind, the living context of some scribbled note;
or see the girl beneath the purple ink who chose this phrase or that to underline, the mood, the boy, that lay behind her thinking— but they were thoughts I recognized as mine;
and though there were words I couldn’t even read, blobs and cross-outs; and though not a jot remained of her old existence— I agreed with the young annotator’s every thought:
A clever girl. So what would she see fit to comment on—and what would she have to say about the years that she and I have written since—before we put the book away?
American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation, publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Poem copyright (c)2008 by Deborah Warren, whose most recent book of poems is “Dream with Flowers and Bowl of Fruit,” University of Evansville Press, 2008.