The Old Country
Dec 18 2022
They call it “the old country”.
Although they never really left.
And have grown old, as well;
not just the grandparents themselves,
but how they remember it.
An old country
that no longer exists.
I, on the other hand
speak the language here,
am not terribly dated,
and shouldn't feel out of place.
But who doesn't have an old country
deep down inside,
a landscape
imprinted on their DNA?
The one place in the world
I feel truly at home.
So how sad
it's no longer here.
That it exists
only in the past,
and I find myself
in a foreign land as well;
a hot-house plant
uprooted from its native soil.
Nothing radical.
But enough of a shift
to feel ill at ease.
Where new customs
catch me by surprise,
the latest fads pass me by,
and language changes
too fast to keep track.
Where young people, who know little of the past
anxiously plan for a future
in a troubled world
I feel ever more doubtful about.
The past is a foreign country: they do things differently there,” wrote L.P. Hartley in his 1953 novel “The Go-Between.”
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