Friday, September 11, 2015

Poetry Friday - September Twelfth

In memory ...
Image from the National Park Service

September Twelfth, 2001
by X.J. Kennedy

Two caught on film who hurtle
from the eighty-second floor,
choosing between a fireball
and to jump holding hands,

aren't us. I wake beside you,

Read the poem in its entirety.

If you are interested in 9-11 poetry, see The Response of American Poets to 9-11: A Provisional Report at the Michigan Quarterly Review. You'll also find a helpful Web Guide to the Poetry of 9-11 from the Library of Congress.

I'd like to end today with this poem by Billy Collins.

I do hope you'll take some time to check out all things poetry being shared and collected today by Robyn Hood Black at Life on the Deckle Edge. Happy poetry Friday friends! 


  1. Wow. Thanks for sharing this one, Tricia.

  2. All of us have some kind of strange feeling waking up that day. This shows the feeling, maybe 'unsettling'? Thanks, Tricia, I'm glad to know the poem.

  3. Wonderful poem, Tricia--thanks for sharing ti.

  4. Thank you, Tricia - a meaningful remembrance.

  5. Two very powerful poems, from such different perspectives. Thanks for sharing, Tricia.