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Friday, September 26, 2014

Poetry Friday

 The beginning of the school year. I love, love, love my job. I love working with teachers. Seeing how the kids have grown. New pencils and new dreams. And I hate, hate, hate the crazy busy-ness. No time to read. To write. To breathe. In the midst of it all, this poem from Parker J. Palmer's blog.

"Love Wants to Know How"

Autumn comes with its riot of death,
its clarion bells of color,
drives the living green to ground
even as it thins the veil between worlds.
The visible and invisible walk now together
with arms outstretched over fields
where workers hasten to the harvest
none may divide against itself.

So where are you in this?
How long do you loiter
between the said and unsaid,
the done and undone,
between the half and true rhyme
of a life answering a life?

Geese mark the sky with dark wedges,
call with harsh tongues
to what thrives at the margins
of all we so reluctantly receive.
Go now,
quickly and with great force,
toward what burns in your dreams
at the dying of the year.

Who can say?
Perhaps you reap the whirlwind,
perhaps the harvest--
but is it ever enough to not know
the bonds and bounds of what will one day
forsake you for the grave?

Anonymous

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8 comments:

Mary Lee said...

Hmm...I also have a "slowing down to breathe" poem today. Coincidence? I think not...

Sending wishes for bits of calm and slow so that you can fully enjoy autumn!

LInda Baie said...

It is so-o busy, I know. And then this poem pushes us to do, to go "quickly and with great force." It does fit our beginnings, and to me it's like an affirmation of it. Thanks, Carol, hope all is good in your busy life!

Ruth said...

I am so with you about the beginning of the school year. And I love this poem. Thanks for sharing it!

Tara Smith said...

This reminds me so much of Mary Oliver's "Wild Geese" - it's an urgent injunction to get going. So powerful.

laurasalas said...

"riot of death" - wow!

And "Geese mark the sky with dark wedges" reminds me of a Barbara Juster Esbensen poem I love called "The Return" that includes:

And from the sky
A wedge of cry:
Returning geese in flight

Words like that so inspire me. Thanks!

Bridget Magee said...

Thank you, Carol, for sharing this poem today. The lines:
"How long do you loiter
between the said and unsaid" - wow!

Robyn Hood Black said...

Wow - such a forceful, sharp poem; I love it. Thanks for sharing, and give yourself a pat on the back for slowing down long enough to appreciate and share this poem, with its fine lines (didn't mean to pun, but there it is).

Too bad it's anonymous - would love to know who wrote it!

Michelle Heidenrich Barnes said...

I'm glad you have plenty of that "love, love, love" to temper some of that "hate, hate, hate," Carol! How can this poem possibly be anonymous? Just doesn't seem right.