POETRY: The Eternal Son by Li-Young Lee

December 20, 2017

Someone’s thinking about his mother tonight. The wakeful son of a parent who hardly sleeps, the sleepless father of his own restless child, God, is it you? Is it me? Do you have a mother? Who mixes flour and sugar for your birthday cake? Who stirs slumber and remembrance in a song for your bedtime? If you’re the cry enjoining dawn, who birthed you? If you’re the bell tolling night without circumference, who rocked you? Someone’s separating the white grains of his insomnia from the black seeds of his sleep. If it isn’t you, God, it must be me. My mother’s eternal son, I can’t hear the rain without thinking it’s her in the next room folding our clothes to lay inside a suitcase. And now [...]

POETRY: Christmas And Common Birth by Anne Ridler

December 23, 2015

Christmas declares the glory of the flesh: And therefore a European might wish To celebrate it not at midwinter but in spring, When physical life is strong, When the consent to live is forced even on the young, Juice is in the soil, the leaf, the vein, Sugar flows to movement in limbs and brain. Also before a birth, nourishing the child We turn again to the earth With unusual longing—to what is rich, wild, Substantial: scents that have been stored and strengthened In apple lofts, the underwash of woods, and in barns; Drawn through the lengthened root; pungent in cones (While the fir wood stands waiting; the beech wood aspiring, Each in a different silence), and breaking out in spring With scent sight sound indivisible in song. Yet if you [...]