Ring the Bells

by Anne Bennett on December 8, 2010

Last year I posted a poem-a-day for the month of December in memory of my mother, Anne, whose nickname for most of my life was Minerva. (My brother aptly named her after the goddess of wisdom, who sprang full-grown from the head of Zeus.)

Minerva was most familiar with classical poetry, but she was a progressive kind of gal and I think she would have appreciated the poetry of Leonard Cohen.

I didn’t know much about Cohen until yesterday, when I read of Elizabeth Edwards’ death, and how she had a verse from his poem, “Anthem,” painted on a wall in her new home. It served as a reminder to her that no person has a perfect life.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.

Minerva’s life certainly wasn’t perfect. Like many of her generation, she dealt with a lot of hardship. It has occurred to me, however, that she was a lot like Elizabeth Edwards. She too struggled to find personal meaning for herself, and when she found it, she shared!

What a legacy, to be gone but to remain alive in the hearts of those you touched.

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Nancy Alpers December 9, 2010 at 9:11 am

Anne,

Rent the “I’m Your Man” dvd for a delightful introduction to the music/poetry of Leonard Cohen!

-Nancy

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