Friday, November 18, 2011

{ A Month of Thanks } Poetry

Ink runs from the corners of my mouth

There is no happiness like mine.

I have been eating poetry.

~Mark Strand, "Eating Poetry," Reasons for Moving, 1968

I am so thankful for this new ritual of ours.  

The heating of the kettle, the clinking spoons in the mugs, the sweet crumbs on our lips and the delightful belly laugh as we read another nonsense is all so wonderful.   I doubted its power, this "tea-time and poetry," especially with two boys, but I am overjoyed to be so very wrong.  Sure, the warm drinks and sweet confections did their magical wooing but the word plays and rhymes kept them at the table.  And now there are favorite poems and there are recitations of verses, delivered at just the right moment and it
is. all. so. wonderful.

I will let the poems do the rest of the talking.

Soliloquy of a Tortoise
on Revisiting
the Lettuce Beds
After an Interval of One Hour
While Supposed
to Be
in a Clump
of Blue Hollyhocks

One cannot have enough
of this delicious stuff!

-E.V. Rieu

                                                                                       you so
                                                                            in the
                                                             of your

-Arnold Adoff



Every day
  I see or I hear
           that more or less

kills me
   with delight
       that leaves me
            like a needle

in the haystack
   of light.
        It is what I was born for--
             to look, to listen,

to lose myself
   inside this soft world--
        to instruct myself
           over and over

in joy,
    and acclamation.
         Nor am I talking
              about the exceptional,

the fearful, the dreadful,
     the very extravagant--
        but of the ordinary,
             the common, the very drab,

the daily presentations.
      Oh, good scholar,
         I say to myself,
              how can you help

but grow wise
     with such teachings
         as these--
             the untrimmable light

of the world,
   the ocean's shine,
       the prayers that are made
          out of grass?

-Mary Oliver

1 comment:

  1. Ahhh, I love this, Holly! I want to do a Tuesday Teatime with the Laugh & Learn group this spring.