Proud here, yes, but not too proud to reveal I did not know the meaning of epithalamion when Mary Meriam, in response to a comment I had made on a listserv, invited me to submit to issue #2 of the journal
Lavender. The theme being Epithalamion, which, when last spotted by this blogger, was in the fine hands of Edmund Spenser, 1552–1599, in his poem entitled "
Epithalamion."
Spenser died young, at age 41. And lived in different times. From wikipedia: "Through his poetry Spenser hoped to secure a place at court, which he visited in Raleigh's company to deliver his most famous work, the
Faerie Queene." Poetry as political influence? Make it so.
I digress. The word epithalamion is generally used to mean a song or poem in honor of a bride or bridegroom. Editor Mary Meriam's comments are the theme she choose and response from poets are wry and can be read
here, here being
http://lavrev.net.
My poem (it's all about me, always has been, always will be until I catch on and God knows when that'll happen), "
Longing for a Blue Sky," is there (click on the title), next to Emily Roysdon's very beautiful photograph, The Piers Untitled (#2), 2010. I write "I take the Hudson River as my lover / the Southwest as my comforter / Mount Shasta as my tomb."
While I don't want to tie down my meaning, I did have in mind when I wrote those lines an early decision of mine, in my twenties, to end my days/retire in one of the three beautiful landscapes I knew, the Hudson Valley, northern New Mexico, or northern California.
Other poets in this issue are Marilyn Hacker, Rose Kelleher, R. Nemo Hill and a host of others accessible through, ta-da, the
table of contents.