Saturday, September 14, 2013

letters from home

Letters from home


That’s what poems are.
We are migrants from
somewhere that loves us.
Poems come from there.
News of a death,
news of a birth, both
in one letter. We want only
the truth, and nothing
held back. Things that
have come to pass,
and dreams held fast.
Read them again;
read them over again,
softened with time
in the shifting dust
of this foreign place.


— Ruth Mowry



7 comments:

  1. (how did you know?)

    love, Love this!))))

    xo
    erin

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    1. So glad, Erin, so glad, thank you.

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  2. I absolutely love this, Ruth. I don't know if this is a new work or an earlier one, but it's sensational, full of truth and light.

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    1. Many thanks, George. I wrote this last year and posted it at synchronizing, after contemplating aubades.

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  3. Somehow this feels so comforting, Sister....

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