It’s my birthday. Will you write me a poem? — Ken S., Portland, Oregon
It’s my birthday, too! Let’s celebrate together with a heroic couplet:
This is for people whose name starts with K: you’re getting old — you better seize the day!
Yuck, that was awful. Here’s a better one by Richard Wilbur, addressed to someone with initials very close to yours
For K.R. on her Sixtieth Birthday
Blow out the candles of your cake. They will not leave you in the dark, Who round with grace this dusky arc Of the grand tour which souls must take.
You who have sounded William Blake, And the still pool, to Plato’s mark, Blow out the candles of your cake. They will not leave you in the dark.
Yet, for your friends’ benighted sake, Detain your upward-flying spark; Get… More…