Category: Poetry
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Fire-Flowers by Emily Pauline Johnson
Fire-FlowersAnd only where the forest fires have sped, Scorching relentlessly the cool north lands, A sweet wild flower lifts its purple head, And, like some gentle spirit sorrow-fed, It hides the scars with almost human hands. And only to the heart that knows of grief, Of desolating fire, of human pain, There comes some purifying sweet belief, Some fellow-feeling beautiful, if brief. And life…
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Hurry by Marie Howe
We stop at the dry cleaners and the grocery storeand the gas station and the green market andHurry up honey, I say, hurry hurry,as she runs along two or three steps behind meher blue jacket unzipped and her socks rolled down.Where do I want her to hurry to? To her grave?To mine? Where one day…
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A Ritual to Read to Each Other by William E. Stafford
I love William Stafford‘s poetry. I came across him when we were still living in the Pacific Northwest where he is from. The first poem of his I heard from Parker Palmer when I participated in a renewal retreat with him years ago. It’s a poem I have used in countless writings and presentations: The…
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A Spiritual Journey by Wendell Berry
A Spiritual Journey And the world cannot be discovered by a journey of miles, no matter how long, but only by a spiritual journey, a journey of one inch, very arduous and humbling and joyful, by which we arrive at the ground at our feet, and learn to be at home. ~ Wendell Berry ~
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Does the heart have a narrow door? by Carol Bialock
Eric Muhr from Barclay Press shared this poem around earlier this week from a new book of poetry Barclay Press recently published from Carol Bialock, which is really good: Does the heart have a narrow door? Will it allow in just one more of every beast and flower and bird and every song it has…