Neat segue... Talk of resolve always makes me think of Shakespeare's greatest play, triggered by Hamlet's soliloquy from Act I scene 2:
"O, that this too too sullied flesh would melt,
Thaw and resolve itself into a dew"... etc
Peerless poetry. I studied it first for English A-level and then at Warwick University, where G.K Hunter, the revered Shakespearean scholar, was a founding professor of the English department. I've probably seen Hamlet acted more times than any other play and still re-read it from time to time in an old and battered (but much loved) Cambridge University Press edition. Like all great works of literature it has such complexity and resonance that I discover new facets every time I encounter it.
Since Christmas, I've been spending a lot of time with Adele and her ailing mother. Dorothy (Lady D) was not expected to make it into the New Year, having survived a hip operation at the beginning of December only to contract a bad chest infection. She's currently on an end-of-life palliative care regime in the comfort of her own home, but she's so far defying prognostications - once again. There are good days and bad days. She may pull through, or she may find it all too exhausting. At 97 (and half-blind and half-deaf) bouncing back should not be taken for granted. It's a raw and difficult for her family, as you might imagine.
Today's poem stems from events and observations that have impressed themselves on me in recent days. I hope it's okay to share this... I think the link to the theme of resolve will be obvious.
Lady D
For so many long decades
a member of the tribe tenacious,
she finds
now that she wants to loosen her grip
and slip with dignity and humour
into the dark night of sleep,
it's not up to her after all
the moment of her going.
"I'm so tired, love, I just want
to be done with everything", she wails,
this frail frame of bones
festooned with ills,
this wafer-thin bird
who waits for a caressing breeze
to carry her sailing home
to her fearless friend.
But it's not her call.
Resolve though she might,
she cannot dictate her end
and so surprised, she rallies,
a lucid mind in a pellucid shell.
Greeting another winter's day
without undue commotion,
she waits with equilibrium
to see
which way this play will go,
prepared to embrace life or death
with equal devotion.
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