In honor of Carson McCullers’ birthday:
I could be difficult
like Carson McCullers.
I could drink too much
have wild fantasies about what the next exciting trip
believe that I deserved to be loved and doted on
love inordinately but badly
treat those around me with indifference
All because of genius—charge it to that tab.
Or I could love the beauty of her world
could live within it
and appreciate the wounds which birthed it.
I want to bless the longings of Carson McCullers
to form a life that stays close to them
to offer them up as a sacrifice
wholly acceptable to the God
who waits at the end of desperate desire.
She is worthy of all the difficult people
who seek Her.
5 responses to “Difficult Like Carson: Meditative Poetry for McCullers Day”
Alex, nice tribute to Carson McCullers. As always, your words captured what I know about her. Thanks for sharing.
Thanks, Bill. She’s one of those strange saints.
Apparently you have the heart of a lonely hunter too! Nicely penned, Alex!
Thanks, Steve. Yes, I’m a sucker for Southern Gothic.
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