KEEP THIS TICKET
I keep it carefully
Because I'm old
Which means
I'll soon be leaving
For another country
Where possibly
Some blinding-bright
Enormous angel
Will stop me
At the border
And ask
To see my ticket.
— Anne Porter
ANOTHER SARAH
for Christopher Smart
When winter was half over
God sent three angels to the
apple-tree
Who said to her
"Be glad, you little rack
Of empty sticks,
Because you have been chosen.
In May you will become
A wave of living sweetness
A nation of white petals
A dynasty of apples."
Anonymous submission.
— Anne Porter
You stay away from doctors,
They'd send you to the hospital,
Where pieces are cut out of you,
And after that you die.
You can't sing anymore,
you can't dance anymore,
you can't drive anymore -
but you can still write.
~ Anne Porter, 95 yr old poet
Love/Life Poems
"You can't sing anymore, you can't dance anymore, you can't drive anymore - but you can still write."
"Poems are made for other persons to read but made out of silence and solitude, and perhaps there is more silence and solitude in the world of the old."
"People don't use their creativity as they get older. They think this is supposed to be the end of this and the end of that. But you can't always be so sure that it is the end."
— Anne Porter, 95 yr old poet
