Welcome to the first Poetry Friday of 2017.
"And now let us welcome the new year—full of things that have never been." — Rainer Maria Rilke.
Including this first Poetry Friday of 2017! For those who follow some holidays after Christmas, Firday is Epiphany, Three King’s Day, or The Twelfth Day of Christmas.
I have known the above quote for a long time (perhaps you have, too?). And Iuse it in some way on every year beginning. This year, it feels both dark and light, considering my concerns about the coming change in our government, yet I know there will be marvelous things to celebrate too. A few years ago it became more special. A friend of mine gave me A Year With Rilke, translated and edited by Joanna Macy and Anita Barrows and I began morning reads from this anthology, thoughtful, sometimes seeming to apply to my life so closely that it made me shiver. Other days I read and passed on by. Here at the beginning of the new year, words fly about with OLWs, resolutions, wonderful poems, and quotes. I actually started a file to keep some that I’ve especially loved.
Today I’ll share one of the poems from A Year With Rilke, a favorite for beginnings. This also connects to me because I want to say thank you to Mary Lee Hahn and Catherine Flynn for their challenges that began December 1st, #haikuforhealing and #commonplacemarvels. It was a pleasant thing to slide into this daily writing, and we have continued. If you’d like to join, some share on Facebook, but most are sharing on twitter. Take a look! Also, I joined Jone MacCulloch’s poetry postcard greet the new year group, and it’s wonderful to find a poem in my mailbox!
Entering, from Book of Images
Whoever you may be: step into the evening.
Step out of the room where everything is known.
Whoever you are,
your house is the last before the far-off.
With your eyes, which are almost too tired
to free themselves from the familiar,
you slowly take one black tree
and set it against the sky: slender, alone.
And you have made a world.
It is big
and like a word, still ripening in silence.
And though your mind would fabricate its meaning,
your eyes tenderly let go of what they see.
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