Bearhug…

Griffin calls to come and kiss him goodnight
I yell ok. Finish something I’m doing,
then something else, walk slowly round
the corner to my son’s room.
He is standing arms outstretched
waiting for a bearhug. Grinning.

Why do I give my emotion an animal’s name,
give it that dark squeeze of death?
This is the hug which collects
all his small bones and his warm neck against me.
The thin tough body under the pyjamas
locks to me like a magnet of blood.

How long was he standing there
like that, before I came?

— Michael Ondaatje

Delicious. I should read Ondaatje one of these days. What is his best book?

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Posted on October 20, 2005, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. If you have not read The English Patient, you must. Not just because it is Ondaatje’s best, because it is one book which really shows the power words have in conjuring images which even a visual capture would fail at.

  2. read anils ghost – nice 🙂

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