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It seems only right to honor our new Poet Laureate, Joy Harjo, this week. You can read the New York Times article about Joy here.
"The Eagle"
To pray you open your whole self
To sky, to earth, to sun, to moon,
To one whole voice that is you.
And know there is more
That you can't see, can't hear;
Can't know except in moments
Steadily growing, and in languages
That aren't always sound but other
circles of motion.
Read the rest of the poem here.
"Perhaps the World Ends Here"
The world begins at a kitchen table. No matter what, we must eat to live.
The gifts of earth are brought and prepared, set on the table. So it has been since creation and it will go on.
We chase chickens or dogs away from it. Babies teethe at the corners. They scrape their knees on it.
It is here that children are given instructions on what it means to be human. We make men at it. We make women.
At this table, we gossip, recall enemies and the ghosts of lovers.
Our dreams drink coffee with us as they put their arms around our children. They laugh with us at our poor falling down selves and as we put ourselves back together once again at the table.
Read the rest of the poem here.
Linda Mitchell is hosting today's Poetry Friday Roundup.
