Poem: Stanley Plumly's 'Cancer'

In recent years, poet Stanley Plumly gave readers "Posthumous Keats," a gorgeous, award-winning prose meditation on the great English Romantic poet's life and death. With "Orphan Hours: Poems" (W.W. Norton: $25.95), the Distinguished University Professor at the University of Maryland, College Park, ruminates again on the topic of mortality, though this time the subject is much closer to home. Surely there's a struggle ahead for anyone with a serious illness, but in the poem "Cancer," he offers a respite from the horror by addressing the disease from a startling, cosmic perspective.

Cancer

By Stanley Plumly

Mine, I know, started at a distance

five hundred and twenty light-years away

and fell as stardust into my sleeping mouth,

yesterday, at birth, or that time when I was ten

lying on my back looking up at the cluster

called the Beehive or by its other name

in the constellation Cancer,

the Crab, able to move its nebulae projections

backward and forward, side to side,

in the tumor Hippocrates describes as carcinoma,

from karkinos, the analogue, in order to show

what being cancer looks like.

Star, therefore, to start,

like waking on the best day of your life

to feel this living and immortal thing inside you.

You were in love, you were a saint,

you were going to walk the sunlight blessing water,

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