Mortal Sorrows

By Rodney Jones b. 1950 Rodney Jones
The tortures of lumbago consumed Aunt Madge,
And Leah Vest, once resigned from schoolmarming,
Could not be convinced to leave the house,
And Mrs. Mary Hogan, after birthing her fifth son,

Lay bedfast for the last fifty-two years of her life,
Reporting shooting pains that would begin
High in her back and shear downward to the feet,
As though, she said, she had been glazed in lightning;

And also, men, broken on bridges and mills,
Shell-shocked veterans, religious alcoholics—
Leldon Kilpatrick, Johnson Suggs, Whitey Carlyle:
They came and sat there too, leafing through

Yellowing Pageants and Progressive Farmers;
And, one by one, all entered in and talked
While the good doctor gargled a dark chaff
In his pipe and took down symptoms,

Annotating them on his hidden chart—
Numbness, neuralgia, the knotted lymph,
The clammy palms—and then he’d scratch
His temple’s meaningful patch of white

And scrawl out his unfailing barbiturate prescription
To be filled by his pharmacist brother-in-law
Until half the county had gathered as in a lap—
The quantum ache, the mutiny in every house.

How much pain, how many diseases
Consigned to the mythological, the dropped
Ovaries, the torn-up nerves, what women
Said, what men wanted to believe? Part of it

Laughable, I know. Still I want someone
To see, now that they lie safe in graves
Beyond the vacant stores, that someone
Listened and, hearing the wrong at the heart,

Named it something that sounded real, whatever
They lived through and died of. I remember
Mrs. Lyle who called it a thorn in the flesh,
And Mr. Appleton, who had no roof in his mouth.

Rodney Jones, “Mortal Sorrows” from Things That Happen Once. Copyright © 1997 by Rodney Jones. Reprinted with the permission of Houghton Mifflin Company. All rights reserved.

Source: Poetry (June 1995).


This poem originally appeared in the June 1995 issue of Poetry magazine

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June 1995
 Rodney  Jones


Rodney Jones was born in 1950 in rural Alabama. He has described his childhood and youth as “very much like being a part of another age. Our community still did not have electricity until I was 5 or 6 years old.” His poetry frequently celebrates the relationships and events of the small, agrarian community he was born into, as well as preserves the kinds of vernacular speech he grew up hearing. Jones has noted of his youth in . . .

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SUBJECT Living, Health & Illness

POET’S REGION U.S., Southern

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