Remembering Youth And Death Poem by Richard Wlodarski
Remembering Youth And Death
Remember
When I was
So damn young
Life was fun
Swimming naked
Fishing dug it
Good friends so damn crazy
Intellectually
Mama and papa happy
And then saintly Gerard died
Oh, don't do that to me- -do not leave me here wanting to know more. A beautifully sad poem about a beautiful time of life up until death dropped in out of the blue but it rarely is out of the blue is it? Writing like this will make your Kerouac book a best seller, my friend. 10+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
I am humbled and greatly flattered! With support like yours and some of the other eminent PH poets, the book's already a best seller. Susan, thank you so much for your very positive vibe!
Biographically objective write as far as the ' young' age of the artist is concerned. Tiny poem- highly reflective. Thanks.
Rajnish, I'm striving for objectivity. But I'm finding that I'm getting emotionally trapped. Especially with the poems about Gerard. Which isn't such a bad thing!
Thank you, Bernard! I've really been trying hard to tap into his emotions. And it's starting to sap some of my energy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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7/28/2025 8:09:21 AM # 1.0.0
This is the loss of the garden in so far as the garden represents an ignorance of the real world, a privileged status of unthinking pleasure. Morally this is an indefensible life style once you know of the world's suffering. In WAITING FOR GODOT, a characters says, Was I asleep while the others suffered? Exactly - it's time to wake up and join with others to re-make reality, maybe not a paradise but truly a just place.
Daniel, Kerouac was an enigma. One minute completely indifferent, the next moved to a flood of tears. The more I learn and write about him, the more I understand how complex he really was.