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Column 217

Spinning

Intro by Ted Kooser
05.27.2009

Amer­i­can lit­er­a­ture is rich with poems about the pas­sage of time, and the inevitabil­i­ty of change, and how these affect us. Here is a poem by Kevin Grif­fith, who lives in Ohio, in which the years accel­er­ate by their passing.

Spinning

I hold my two-year-old son   
under his arms and start to twirl.   
His feet sway away from me   
and the day becomes a blur.   
Everything I own is flying into space:   
yard toys, sandbox, tools,   
garage and house,   
and, finally, the years of my life.   

When we stop, my son is a grown man,   
and I am very old. We stagger   
back into each other's arms   
one last time, two lost friends   
heavy with drink,   
remembering the good old days.

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We do not accept unsolicited submissions. American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Poem copyright ©2006 by Kevin Griffith, whose most recent book of poetry is "Denmark, Kangaroo, Orange," Pearl Editions, 2007. Poem reprinted from "Mid-American Review," Vol. 26, no. 2, 2006, by permission of Kevin Griffith and the publisher. Introduction copyright © 2024 by The Poetry Foundation.

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