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    Larry Robinson's Avatar
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    Arcadia, Mars

    To console myself, I wander
    wing to wing in the orangery,
    slip between twisted limbs,
    olives’ silver and green. The air here
    whisks so convincingly, I can’t believe
    there’s a rock partition keeping me
    safe from the pinked-out sky.
    In Gethsemane—that ancient, other world—
    they say the Virgin Mary
    is buried in a similar grove.
    They say any rock is agony. They say her grief
    was deeper than those roots
    (the oldest known on Earth).
    Our own carbon dates us. If I could cut
    myself open, you’d see rings
    lapping more rings: my mother
    crying for her mother in the same
    way her mother wept for hers.
    You’d see the silvery orbit,
    where each life dissolved.
    But for now, I remain
    human. I am a nesting doll for griefs.
    Even in utopia, there is suffering:
    one sheep forced to walk
    the labyrinth, ensuring the grass
    regenerates. And my young daughter,
    her legs thin as reeds,
    chased and caught and pushed by
    the boys again. Her layers stripped away.
    Not even the olive he wedged
    under her tongue
    could hold her, clot those cries—
    these shepherds, they think of nothing but
    what might wake this weak blue soil.

    - Elizabeth Lindsey Rogers
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    N'em

    They said to say goodnight
    And not goodbye, unplugged
    The TV when it rained. They hid
    Money in mattresses
    So to sleep on decisions.
    Some of their children
    Were not their children. Some
    Of their parents had no birthdates.
    They could sweat a cold out
    Of you. They'd wake without
    An alarm telling them to.
    Even the short ones reached
    Certain shelves. Even the skinny
    Cooked animals too quick
    To catch. And I don't care
    How ugly one of them arrived,
    That one got married
    To somebody fine. They fed
    Families with change and wiped
    Their kitchens clean.
    Then another century came.
    People like me forgot their names.

    - Jericho Brown


    (The colloquialism of the title, which means "and them"—as in "Tell your mama and 'em I said hello—encompasses a host of people made familiar by the world of the poem. Most of us have known them: elders and distant ancestors whose way of being was rooted in the wisdom of folk knowledge, a generation now all but gone.)
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    Compassion

    Have compassion for everyone you meet
    Even if they don't want it.

    What seems conceit, bad manners,
    Or cynicism is always a sign
    Of things no ears have heard, no eyes have seen.

    You do not know what wars are going on
    Down there where the spirit meets the bone.

    - Miller Williams
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    Down there where the spirit meets the bone.
    Wah!
    powerful poem! thanks!
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    Re: Poem for the day from Larry Robinson

    By the way, Miller Williams was the singer Lucinda Williams/s father.

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    - Miller Williams
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    Thanks, Roland. Enriches content and continuity. Jean

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    Blue
    Dawn. I was just walking
    back across the tracks
    toward the loading docks
    when I saw a kid climb
    out of a boxcar, his blue
    jacket trailing like a skirt,
    and make for the fence. He'd
    hoisted a wet wooden flat
    of fresh fish on his right
    shoulder, and he tottered
    back and forth like someone
    with one leg shorter than
    the other. I took my glasses
    off and wiped them on the tails
    of my dirty shirt, and all
    I could see were the smudges
    of the men wakening one
    at a time and reaching for
    both the sky and the earth.
    My brother-in-law, Joseph,
    the railroad cop, who talked
    all day and all night of beer
    and pussy, Joseph in his suit
    shouting out my name, Pheeel!
    Pheeel! waving a blue bandana
    and pointing behind me to
    where the kid cleared the fence
    and the weak March sun
    had topped the car barns,
    to a pale, watery sky, wisps
    of dirty smoke, and the day.
    - Phillip Levine
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    Saw In Louisiana A Live Oak Growing
    I saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing,
    All alone stood it and the moss hung down from the
    branches,
    Without any companion it grew there uttering joyous
    leaves of dark green,
    And its look, rude, unbending, lusty, made me think of myself,
    But I wonder’d how it could utter joyous leaves
    standing alone there without its friend near, for
    I knew I could not,
    And I broke off a twig with a certain number of leaves
    upon it, and twined around it a little moss,
    And brought it away, and I have placed it in sight in
    my room,
    It is not needed to remind me as of my own dear
    friends,
    (For I believe lately I think of little else than of them,)
    Yet it remains to me a curious token, it makes me
    think of manly love;
    For all that, and though the live-oak glistens there in
    Louisiana solitary in a wide flat space,
    Uttering joyous leaves all its life without a friend a
    lover near,
    I know very well I could not.


    - Walt Whitman
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    To My Mother

    I was your rebellious son,
    do you remember? Sometimes
    I wonder if you do remember,
    so complete has your forgiveness been.

    So complete has your forgiveness been
    I wonder sometimes if it did not
    precede my wrong, and I erred,
    safe found, within your love,

    prepared ahead of me, the way home,
    or my bed at night, so that almost
    I should forgive you, who perhaps
    foresaw the worst that I might do,

    and forgave before I could act,
    causing me to smile now, looking back,
    to see how paltry was my worst,
    compared to your forgiveness of it

    already given. And this, then,
    is the vision of that Heaven of which
    we have heard, where those who love
    each other have forgiven each other,

    where, for that, the leaves are green,
    the light a music in the air,
    and all is unentangled,
    and all is undismayed.

    - Wendell Berry
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    What a perfect Mother's Day poem! Can't we ask Wendell Berry to help save the heart of the world?

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    To My Mother

    I was your rebellious son,
    do you remember? Sometimes
    I wonder if you do remember,
    so complete has your forgiveness been.
    ...
    - Wendell Berry
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    What a perfect Mothers Day poem! Can't we ask Wendell Berry to help save the heart of the world?
    I think he's on it!
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    The Lanyard

    The other day I was ricocheting slowly
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    off the blue walls of this room,
    moving as if underwater from typewriter to piano,
    from bookshelf to an envelope lying on the floor,
    when I found myself in the L section of the dictionary
    where my eyes fell upon the word lanyard.
    No cookie nibbled by a French novelist
    could send one into the past more suddenly—
    a past where I sat at a workbench at a camp
    by a deep Adirondack lake
    learning how to braid long thin plastic strips
    into a lanyard, a gift for my mother.
    I had never seen anyone use a lanyard
    or wear one, if that’s what you did with them,
    but that did not keep me from crossing
    strand over strand again and again
    until I had made a boxy
    red and white lanyard for my mother.
    She gave me life and milk from her breasts,
    and I gave her a lanyard.
    She nursed me in many a sick room,
    lifted spoons of medicine to my lips,
    laid cold face-cloths on my forehead,
    and then led me out into the airy light
    and taught me to walk and swim,
    and I, in turn, presented her with a lanyard.
    Here are thousands of meals, she said,
    and here is clothing and a good education.
    And here is your lanyard, I replied,
    which I made with a little help from a counselor.
    Here is a breathing body and a beating heart,
    strong legs, bones and teeth,
    and two clear eyes to read the world, she whispered,
    and here, I said, is the lanyard I made at camp.
    And here, I wish to say to her now,
    is a smaller gift—not the worn truth
    that you can never repay your mother,
    but the rueful admission that when she took
    the two-tone lanyard from my hand,
    I was as sure as a boy could be
    that this useless, worthless thing I wove
    out of boredom would be enough to make us even.

    - Billy Collins
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    Billy is definitely one of the best poets laureate we've ever had.

    [More about Billy Collins here - Barry]

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    The Lanyard

    ...

    - Billy Collins
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    We Have A Beautiful Mother


    We have a beautiful

    Mother
    Her hills
    Are buffaloes
    Her buffaloes
    Hills.
    We have a beautiful
    Mother
    Her oceans
    Are wombs
    Her wombs
    Oceans.
    We have a beautiful
    Mother
    Her teeth
    The white stones
    At the edge
    Of the water
    The summer
    Grasses
    Her plentiful
    Hair.
    We have a beautiful
    Mother
    Her green lap
    Immense
    Her brown embrace
    Eternal
    Her blue body
    Everything we know.


    - Alice Walker
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    On The Death Of The Beloved

    Though we need to weep your loss,
    You dwell in that safe place in our hearts,
    Where no storm or night or pain can reach you.

    Your love was like the dawn
    Brightening over our lives
    Awakening beneath the dark
    A further adventure of colour.

    The sound of your voice
    Found for us
    A new music
    That brightened everything.

    Whatever you enfolded in your gaze
    Quickened in the joy of its being;
    You placed smiles like flowers
    On the altar of the heart.
    Your mind always sparkled
    With wonder at things.

    Though your days here were brief,
    Your spirit was live, awake, complete.

    We look towards each other no longer
    From the old distance of our names;
    Now you dwell inside the rhythm of breath,
    As close to us as we are to ourselves.

    Though we cannot see you with outward eyes,
    We know our soul’s gaze is upon your face,
    Smiling back at us from within everything
    To which we bring our best refinement.

    Let us not look for you only in memory,
    Where we would grow lonely without you.
    You would want us to find you in presence,
    Beside us when beauty brightens,
    When kindness glows
    And music echoes eternal tones.

    When orchids brighten the earth,
    Darkest winter has turned to spring;
    May this dark grief flower with hope
    In every heart that loves you.

    May you continue to inspire us:

    To enter each day with a generous heart.
    To serve the call of courage and love
    Until we see your beautiful face again
    In that land where there is no more separation,
    Where all tears will be wiped from our mind,
    And where we will never lose you again

    - John O’Donohue
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    Cloud Hidden

    This chapter is closed now,
    not one word more
    until we meet some day
    and the voices rising
    to the window
    take wing and fly.

    Open the old casement
    to the lands we have forgotten,
    look
    to the mountains and ridgeways
    and the steep valleys,
    quilted by green,
    here, as the last words fall away,
    the great and silent rivers of life
    are flowing into the oceans
    and on a day like any other
    they will carry you again,
    abandoned,
    on the currents you have fought,
    to the place
    you did not know
    you belonged.

    - David Whyte
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    Just beautiful! Only the naked heart can write like that!
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    I HAVE to quote the little poem Alan Watts made famous, which my heart soaked up word for word and which I imagine accounts for the title David Whyte used:

    "I asked the boy beneath the pines.
    He said, "The Master's gone alone
    herb-picking somewhere on the hill,
    cloud-hidden, whereabouts unknown."
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    Talking to Grief


    Ah, Grief, I should not treat you
    like a homeless dog
    who comes to the back door
    for a crust, for a meatless bone.

    I should trust you.
    I should coax you
    into the house and give you
    your own corner,
    a worn mat to lie on,
    your own water dish.

    You think I don't know you've been living
    under my porch.
    You long for your real place to be readied
    before winter comes. You need
    your name,
    your collar and tag. You need
    the right to warn off intruders,
    to consider
    my house your own
    and me your person
    and yourself
    my own dog.

    - Denise Levertov
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    Ventilation


    “Happiness sneaks in through a
    door you didn’t know you left open.”

    – John Barrymore

    Become forgetful -
    leave everything open.
    On the wall,
    there is a window,
    in the corner
    a small crack.

    Doors lock, and
    windows seal shut,
    so force them -
    do whatever you can.
    Open them
    from the inside out.

    Happiness,
    like fresh air,
    flows through windows
    past doors, sneaks
    into places you’ve forgotten,
    even in your heart.

    - Jackie Huss Hallerberg
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    Judean Date Palm

    The dandelion seed needs
    only the rumor of rain
    to open its doors
    and begin to unfold.

    Some seeds, like the chaparral,
    are only released
    by the merciless grace
    of fire and smoke.

    Some must travel
    the labyrinth
    of an animal gut
    for their casings to soften.

    Still others, like the olive or date,
    can sleep safely for centuries
    until some crushing blow
    awakens the mystery within.

    I like to think that,
    just before those zealots,
    sure of their righteousness
    and unbent before the legions
    gathering on the plains below,
    stepped into eternity,
    one among them -
    a child perhaps -
    savored one final taste
    of the sweetness of this life.

    Two thousand years later
    in Kibbutz Ketura
    a young palm tree is growing
    from the pit of that date
    dropped on the heights of Masada
    to await its own rebirth.

    - Larry Robinson
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    Love This Miraculous World

    Our understandable wish
    to preserve the planet
    must somehow be
    reduced
    to the scale of our
    competence.
    Love is never abstract.
    It does not adhere
    to the universe
    or the planet
    or the nation
    or the institution
    or the profession,
    but to the singular
    sparrows of the street,
    the lilies of the field,
    “the least of these
    my brethren.”
    Love this
    miraculous world
    that we did not make,
    that is a gift to us.

    - Wendell Berry
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    Wendell Berry brings it down to the simplest, understandable and most elegant.
    "Reduced to the scale of our competence",
    In other words: Think globally, act locally.

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    - Wendell Berry
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    Wendell Berry brings it down to the simplest, understandable and most elegant.
    "Reduced to the scale of our competence",
    In other words: Think globally, act locally.
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    High School Senior
    For seventeen years, her breath in the house
    at night, puff, puff, like summer
    cumulus above her bed,
    and her scalp smelling of apricots
    — this being who had formed within me,
    squatted like a wide-eyed tree-frog in the night,
    like an eohippus she had come out of history
    slowly, through me, into the daylight,
    I had the daily sight of her,
    like food or air she was there, like a mother.
    I say “college,” but I feel as if I cannot tell
    the difference between her leaving for college
    and our parting forever — I try to see
    this apartment without her, without her pure
    depth of feeling, without her creek-brown
    hair, her daedal hands with their tapered
    fingers, her pupils brown as the mourning cloak's
    wing, but I can't. Seventeen years
    ago, in this room, she moved inside me,
    I looked at the river, I could not imagine
    my life with her. I gazed across the street,
    And saw, in the icy winter sun,
    a column of steam rush up away from the earth.
    There are creatures whose children float away
    at birth, and those who throat-feed their young for
    weeks and never see them again. My daughter
    is free and she is in me — no, my love
    of her is in me, moving in my heart,
    changing chambers, like something poured
    from hand to hand, to be weighed and then reweighed.

    - Sharon Olds
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    Dawn
    Dawn in New York has

    four columns of mire
    and a hurricane of black pigeons
    splashing in the putrid waters.
    Dawn in New York groans
    on enormous fire escapes
    searching between the angles
    for spikenards of drafted anguish.
    Dawn arrives and no one receives it in his mouth
    because morning and hope are impossible there:
    sometimes the furious swarming coins
    penetrate like drills and devour abandoned children.
    Those who go out early know in their bones
    there will be no paradise or loves that bloom and die:
    they know they will be mired in numbers and laws,
    in mindless games, in fruitless labors.
    The light is buried under chains and noises
    in the impudent challenge of rootless science.
    And crowds stagger sleeplessly through the boroughs
    as if they had just escaped a shipwreck of blood.
    - Federico García Lorca
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    Gee, I've seen some lovely dawns in New York!
    Still, I know what he's getting at. The poem makes its point well, powerful images.
    Just saying, there's another side too...
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    Gee, I've seen some lovely dawns in New York!
    Still, I know what he's getting at. The poem makes its point well, powerful images.
    Just saying, there's another side too...
    Hey, everyone! I conducted an interview with Larry for my monthly literary column this past week, "Off the Page," and it's now live online! Check out the link here to learn all about your poem-a-day hero.
    https://www.sonomawest.com/discoveri...2381867fc.html
    -Michelle
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    Top image is granddaughter, bottom two are myself circa 1940. Even old excretory gases like myself appreciate poetry.
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    My Father's Letters

    Every day my father writes
    His life into being. He plants
    Razor wire around the perimeter
    Of his mind to keep out
    The fog that steals the present,
    Mines the paths of his memory.

    He composes tiny tasks
    To define the boundaries
    Of his days and lives
    In a country shrunken
    By the success of survival.

    Routine and ritual hold him
    As they always have, as a mother
    Holds her child, assures him
    Of the moment's permanence,
    The presence of only now.

    Bound by a body less
    And less, he walks
    The borders of his dwindling
    Spheres and touches the stillness
    Of the Unknown to come.

    - Rebecca del Rio
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