One of the great things about April (in addition to rain showers) is that it is National Poetry Month, and you can sign on to receive a fine and beautiful poem every single day. Beats heck out of a marketing newsletter, and leads you to writers you’d either never heard of or long since forgot about.
Kenneth Koch edited the first book of poetry I ever owned; previously, I’d been swiping from my dad’s shelf. Today I found a lovely and complicated poem that Koch wrote about his own father, “To My Father’s Business”. It illuminates how parental expectations, for better or worse, can play into our career choices.
I thought I might go crazy in the jobStaying in youYou whom I could loveBut not be part of
Read the whole poem here.
As implied, my father actually has had a lot to do with how I began writing–precisely by not pushing me, he left me room to evolve. Thanks, Dad!
