[poems by Joy Harjo, Wendell Berry, Mary Hennessy]
an offering from Debra Kaufman . . .
Remember
– Joy Harjo –
Remember the sky that you were born under,
know each of the star’s stories.
Remember the moon, know who she is.
Remember the sun’s birth at dawn, that is the
strongest point of time. Remember sundown
and the giving away to night.
Remember your birth, how your mother struggled
to give you form and breath. You are evidence of
her life, and her mother’s, and hers.
Remember your father. He is your life, also.
Remember the earth whose skin you are:
red earth, black earth, yellow earth, white earth
brown earth, we are earth.
Remember the plants, trees, animal life who all have their
tribes, their families, their histories, too. Talk to them,
listen to them. They are alive poems.
Remember the wind. Remember her voice. She knows the
origin of this universe.
Remember you are all people and all people
are you.
Remember you are this universe and this
universe is you.
Remember all is in motion, is growing, is you.
Remember language comes from this.
Remember the dance language is, that life is.
Remember.
“Remember”; Copyright ©1983 by Joy Harjo from She Had Some Horses by Joy Harjo
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There is something we want to hear that poetry speaks to us. We don’t know what it is until we feel its vibrations. How could we know? Do you only see what you know you want to see and never turn around and the redbud has burst into bloom? Do you only smell what you know you want to smell and baking shortbread never wafts you into Nana’s kitchen?
Poetry wants to say to us the thing we didn’t know we wanted to hear but deep within us we do know and do desire. Remember all is in motion, is growing, is you. / Remember language comes from this. (Joy Harjo).
Several friends have offered poems that speak to them about our Earth and which offer to gather us all in together to celebrate Earth Day! I’m posting their offerings April 21, 22, and 23. What do you see? What do you hear?
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Linda French Griffin
an offering from Catherine Carter . . .
A Purification
– Wendell Berry –
At start of spring I open a trench
in the ground. I put into it
the winter’s accumulation of paper,
pages I do not want to read
again, useless words, fragments,
errors. And I put into it
the contents of the outhouse:
light of the sun, growth of the ground,
finished with one of their journeys.
To the sky, to the wind, then,
and to the faithful trees, I confess
my sins: that I have not been happy
enough, considering my good luck;
have listened to too much noise;
have been inattentive to wonders;
have lusted after praise.
And then upon the gathered refuse
of mind and body, I close the trench,
folding shut again the dark,
the deathless earth. Beneath that seal
the old escapes into the new.
“A Purification” by Wendell Berry from New Collected Poems. Counterpoint © 2012
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an offering by Mary Hennessy, her poem . . .
Repeat After Me:
jettison the idea of shelter.
Say it’s like a camera,
one more thing to hold between
ourselves and the world.
In hand, an invitation by library card
to leave the room of a little life.
Move out unwashed and unredeemed.
Wear a raggedy-assed back pack
like a harness.
The smell of pressed meat
from the back of the bus,
The curve at the top of the world
visible. Something you could Braille-
the almost arc of it.
You tell me that the composer Ravel repeats
every line, I say, “so do the birds.”
Sometimes they go on repeating
until I lose count.
Without looking up you say, “the world
will be gone a long time before anyone notices.”
The world will be gone a long time.
“Repeat After Me” © Mary Hennessy, first appeared in Pinesong 2018, annual anthology of the North Carolina Poetry Society
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[original artwork by Linda French Griffin (c) 2021]
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