In this short poem by Vermont writer Jean L. Connor,
an older speaker challenges the perception that people her age have lost
their vitality and purpose. Connor compares the life of such a person to an
egret fishing. Though the bird stands completely still, it has learned how
to live in the world, how to sustain itself, and is capable of quick action
when the moment is right.
Of Some Renown
For some time now, I have
lived anonymously. No one
appears to think it odd.
They think the old are,
well, what they seem. Yet
see that great egret
at the marsh’s edge, solitary,
still? Mere pretense
that stillness. His silence is
a lie. In his own pond he is
of some renown, a stalker,
a catcher of fish. Watch him.
Reprinted from Passager, 2001 by permission of the author. Copyright © 2001
by Jean L. Connor whose first book of poetry, A
Cartography of Peace, is published by Passager
Books, Baltimore. This weekly column is supported by The Poetry Foundation,
The Library of Congress, and the Department of English at the University of
Nebraska, Lincoln. This column does not accept unsolicited poetry.
Ted Kooser is the U.S. Poet Laureate. For more information, go to www.americanlifeinpoetry.org.
This article appears in Sep 8-14, 2005.
