Marie Howe. The poet who made me want to be a poet. I'd been writing poetry for maybe five years before I was introduced to Marie Howe (thank you, as always, Sister Mara!) but when I read Marie Howe for the first time, it was like suddenly realizing there was another door to go through, a different way to get where I wanted to go. Marie Howe's poetry is gorgeous beyond description, gripping and unapologetic. Narrative and reflective and grappling and therapeutic and close and distant and REAL and everything I aspire to be. ✨What the Living Do✨ by @mariehowe77 👉🏻 "The Boy" ... the poem that will forever feel like the true beginning of my poetry education 💗 --- 2024 reading goal progress: 6 down, 7 to go ✅ #poetry #mariehowe #whatthelivingdo
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As former poet laureate and two-time Pulitzer Prize winner, Richard Wilbur once said, “One of the jobs of poetry is to make the unbearable bearable, not by falsehood but by clear, precise confrontation" (Foundation.) Howe's comment on the power of metaphor to create a slight barrier, a way to save us the pain of reliving too many things, echoes this. Confront it. Use the tools at a poet's disposal. Wilbur also wrote, "One does not use poetry ... as a means to organize oneself and the world, until one's world somehow gets out of hand" (Foundation.) The possibility of an everlasting Hitler-dominated world reigned in his youth. How does the mind reconcile this fear (especially, perhaps, when one is a soldier as was Wilbur)? Should writing "poetry after Auschwitz" be ever "barbaric" as Adorno suggested? (although he retracted this in later years). What can one do in the face of near inconceivable cruelty? We witness an awful lot of cruelty in our world right now. Poetry makes the awful into something awe-full and lyrically beautiful (and the beautiful into something awful, terrible) so that our intellect, heart, and soul can experience it, reconcile it. Then, perhaps, we stand a chance of maintaining our sanity, of coping. Poetry saved my life on more than one occasion. How about you? I'd love to hear your stories. #poetrysaveslives #poetry #MarieHowe #RichardWilbur #Adorno #wellspringwritingcollective #beautyinthebroken #ShareYourStory Sources: Foundation, Poetry. “Remembering Richard Wilbur.” Poetry Foundation, 20 May 2024, www.poetryfoundation.org/collections/144645/remembering-richard-wilbur. Accessed 20 May 2024. Schmidt, James. “Poetry after Auschwitz – What Adorno Didn’t Say.” Persistent Enlightenment, 21 May 2013, persistentenlightenment.com/2013/05/21/poetry-after-auschwitz-what-adorno-didnt-say/.
Marie Howe @mariehowe77 The Willows As we are made by what moves us, willows pull the water up into their farthest reach which curves again down divining where their life begins. So, under travels up, and down and up again, and the wind makes music of what water was. From Marie Howe New and Selected Poems @w.w.norton 2024. Get your hands on this beautiful book 🩶 #mariehowe #poetryisnotaluxury
The Saw, The Drill Marie Howe New and Selected Poems There’s always a chain saw somewhere, the high whine of a drill, somebody building something or tearing it down - fastening metal to metal. When did the wood give way to iron? Then to plastic? Almost everywhere the sound of human will: the bluster of engine, the grind of a blade, the wheel: hammering, construction, repair. Someone nailed to a cross, someone leashed, lashed. Someone hung from a scaffold: listen: the squeak of the rope the hammering. 𝐾𝑖𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑔𝑢𝑛., a woman shouted, 𝐾𝑖𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑔𝑢𝑛. What have we made? What are we making? And who or what made us that we should make such things as we do and did? We grow smaller. We break things. Then turn to each other and beg for what no human can give. . . . Tags: . . . #MarieHowe #NewandSelectedPoems #poem #poems #poetryofinstagram #poetrycollection #readpoetry #readmorepoetry #booksofpoems #readwomenpoets #poemaday #dailypoem #dailypoetry #poetryMatters #Poetry #IGPoetry #IGPoems #PoetryLovers #Poemoftheday #PoemsDaily
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I was so delighted to see that we would be blessed with a new book from Marie Howe earlier this year. I had a beloved poetry professor in college assign "What the Living Do" and my lifelong love affair with Howe's words began. This collection contains new and previously published work and it's such a treat to dive into. The author can take some of the seemingly simplest phrases or images and in her hands, craft poems that can knock you sideways. My favorite in the new section is "The Saw, The Drill." "What have we made? What are we making?"/.....We grow smaller, We break things." I won't spoil the ending, but the whole poem and the whole collection are worth your time and a place on your bookshelf. #bookreview #poetry #mariehowe
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poems for the living National Poetry Month ended, but I am extending this series into the ever after. Today’s #poetrypairing is for anyone who has ever lost a loved one. These two books are beautifully crafted journeys through the difficult terrain of grief. Many people struggle for words when a loss occurs— that’s when it’s time to bring in the poets. On my table today: Old vine Zinfandel in a souvenir teacup Grape Raisin Dirt + What the Living Do by Marie Howe The Unbearable Heart by Kimiko Hahn #poetrypairings #bookstagram #books #poetry #kimikohahn #mariehowe #mariehowepoetry @kimiko.hahn
Marie Howe’s Stunning Hymn of Humanity, Animated Read more here https://www.themarginalian.org/2024/04/04/marie-howe-hymn/ Or follow the link in my bio. #animation #books #culture #mariehowe #oharahale
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209. Based in Loomis Dean’s photographs for LIFE magazine of the circus training school at University of Florida, in March 1952 210. I used to have a large collection of scissors as a teenager. I still have a few but buried the bulk of the collection in the ground as a way of signifying the impact of a Marie Howe poem I read in my junior year of high school. At the time I didn’t consider the environmental impact of such a thing or the location of where I dug my grave for them. I buried them in the middle of a flood zone. Maybe they’ve been unearthed by now. #diytattoo #queertattoo #mariehowe #loomisdean
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I figured I could open a page at random to illustrate why if given a chance to hear the magnificent @mariehowe77 read tonight at #slcpoetry festival we should it miss it and the poetry or publishing gods did not disappoint... #mariehowe #slcpoetryfestival
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I had to be there to be loved from madgdalene (2017) The Landing Marie Howe I stood beside the high cupboard that covered the radiator in the hall (inside the drawers: the odd pencils and pins we couldn’t find when we needed them) near the front stairs that rose up and turned by the high windows. What did we call that space? The landing. All the pills had brought me to that place And I understood that if I kept it all up. . . no one would know me. A dim light far in the distance? No. To love—I had to be there. I had to be there to be loved. #poetry #poemoftheday #mariehowe
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. The Maples I asked the stand of maples behind the house, How should I live my life? They said, shhh shh shh… How should I live, I asked, and the leaves seem to ripple and gleam. A bird called from a branch in its own tongue, And from a branch, across the yard, another bird answered. A squirrel scrambled up a trunk then, along the length of a branch. Stand still, I thought, See how long you can bear that. Try to stand still, if only for a few moments, drinking light breathing. — Marie Howe There is a tall maple tree behind my house- you can see its green beginning in the corner- that stands serene and true. Stalwart as a beloved aunt, or friend, while the giddy dogwood splashes about in riotous pink. The pink that drags me out to the patio, to sit under its glory and marvel at the light through its petals. I read this poem last night and realized I don’t even have a proper picture of the maple. That maple that the dog runs endlessly around. The one that held a house for my son to have adventures in, the one that brings such generous shade in sticky July. I am resolved to be more mindful of its gentle constancy. This being that has stood alongside me as almost as long as any other living thing has. Blessed be the maples in our lives. . . #mariehowe #themaples #standstill #theunderstory #treesbringlife #bestill #morningmeditation
Happy National Poetry Month from Norton! To celebrate, here's a peek at some of our recent and upcoming April poetry titles. We hope you're as excited about these books as we are! Follow our page for more poetry content all year round, including our #NortonPoetryMonday posts each week. #NationalPoetryMonth #NewPoetry #NewAndSelectedPoems #MarieHowe #PoetryUnbound #PádraigÓTuama #TwoMinds #CallieSiskel #TheNotYetFallenWorld #StephenDunn
Today's poetry month selection comes from Professor Sean Zwagerman. It's “Bad Weather” by Marie Howe. Prof. Zwagerman says, "I like how effectively Howe evokes the sense of powerlessness over the unseasonable cold; it shouldn't be like this in June, even the spiders know it." Read the entire poem via the link in our linktr.ee. . . . @sfu.esu @sfuslampoetry #sfuenglish #sfugram #sfu2024 #sfu #simonfraseruniversity #poetrymonth #mariehowe
"When I looked at the meadow flowers/many of them looked back" @mariehowe77's NEW AND SELECTED POEMS is available now in hardcover wherever books are sold. #NewAndSelectedPoems #MarieHowe #NewPoetry #NortonPoetryMonday
Blackout ready 📿🙏🏻🎱🐈⬛ . . . + @slcwritingmfa’s own @mariehowe77 delivers a hymn for the moon and the sun (as she did last night at the brilliant @mariapopova’s The Universe in Verse celebration) . . . + this year of the dragon calls for Annie Dillard… “I saw a circular piece of that sky appear, suddenly detached, blackened, and backlighted; from nowhere it came and overlapped the sun. It did not look like the moon. It was enormous and black. If I had not read that it was the moon, I could have seen the sight a hundred times and never once thought of the moon. (If, however, I had not read that it was the moon — if, like most of the world’s people throughout time, I had simply glanced up and seen this thing — then doubtless I would not have speculated much but, like Emperor Louis of Bavaria in 840, simply died of fright on the spot.) It did not look like a dragon, although it looked more like a dragon than the moon. It looked like a lens cover, or the lid of a pot. It materialized out of thin air — black, and flat, and sliding, outlined in flame.” . . . #solareclipse2024 #hymn #ariesseason #mariehowe #mariapopova #anniedillard #eclipse2024 #🔥
For National Poetry Month, I’m sharing the work of poets who have been influential to me. This 1998 collection by @mariehowe77 from @w.w.norton is one I return to in times of grief and loss. #poetry #nationalpoetrymonth #poetrycollection #mariehowe #poetsilove #griefpoetry
1,2,4,5. Victoire Orth 3.Fritz Hegenbarth • • • It began as an almost inaudible hum, low and long for the solar winds and far dim galaxies, a hymn growing louder, for the moon and the sun, a song without words for the snow falling, for snow conceiving snow conceiving rain, the rivers rushing without shame, the hum turning again higher — into a riff of ridges peaks hard as consonants, summits and praise for the rocky faults and crust and crevices then down down to the roots and rocks and burrows the lakes’ skittery surfaces, wells, oceans, breaking waves, the salt-deep: the warm bodies moving within it: the cold deep: the deep underneath gleaming: some of us rising as the planet turned into dawn, some lying down as it turned into dark; as each of us rested — another woke, standing among the cast-off cartons and automobiles; we left the factories and stood in the parking lots, left the subways and stood on sidewalks, in the bright offices, in the cluttered yards, in the farmed fields, in the mud of the shanty towns, breaking into harmonies we’d not known possible. finding the chords as we found our true place singing in a million million keys the human hymn of praise for every something else there is and ever was and will be: the song growing louder and rising. (Listen, I too believed it was a dream.) Marie Howe Hymn • • • #art #artoninstagram #artwork #mariehowe #artgallery #bn #bnw #visualart #blackandwhitephotography #bnw_society #bnwsoul #badass_bnw #bnw_zone #bnw_focus_on #bnwmood #bookstagram #litterature #read #reading #poetry #photooftheday #dailyart
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New poetry books today by Marie Howe (the first poet who really moved me!), Victoria Chang, and a whole bunch of people as collected by Ada Limon: Carrie Fountain, Kevin Young, Diane Seuss, Dorianne Laux, Ellen Bass, Jericho Brown, Michael Kleber-Diggs, Hanif Abdurraqib, Danez Smith, Jake Skeets, and Patricia Smith among ‘em. . . . Tags: . . . #YouAreHere #YouAreHerePoetryIntheNaturalWorld #WithMyBacktotheWorld #VictoriaChang #MarieHowe #AdaLimon #CarrieFountain #KevinYoung #DianneSeuss #DorianneLaux #EllenBass #JerichoBrown #MichaelKleberDiggs #HanifAbdurraqib #DanezSmith #CecilyParks #MilkweedEditions #newreleasebooks
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“Today’s poem always moves me. I love the way this poem so lyrically depicts the surprising beauty and connection that can emerge amidst the deepest darkest moments of illness,” shares guest host Victoria Chang in today’s episode. Read “A Certain Light” by Marie Howe @mariehowe77 (@w.w.norton) and our full episode transcript at the link in our bio. #MarieHowe #poets #poems #poetry #poem #podcast #poetrypodcast #poems #majorjackson #poet #poetrycommunity #poetryofinstagram #poetrylovers #poetryislove #poetryislife #poetryforthesoul #poetrysociety #podcasts
Marie Howe's "Annunciation" on this feast of the Annunciation. I wish I could write something so beautifully simple and profound about encountering the divine. "...to flash the light to where/it isn't" What a perfect line for this day, this full moon and eclipse season, this beginning of Holy Week in the church. #mariehowe #annunciation #holyweek #poetry #fullmoon #eclipse #mary #blessedmother #marianfeast #divinemother
My Father's Oak By Marie Howe My father's oak, three years taller, stands taller now than I. Two crows for company. One gripping the telephone wire overhead, cries out. The other, lumbering across the cold dirt like a man in a bar room, answers. Blocks away, a cloud of starlings startles and lifts in one great wavering gesture, from one anonymous tree to another, leaves in a deliberate wind, and I, standing here, feel for one moment, that the earth does not move. The lumbering crow stumbles and flies screeching to the wire near the other. The leaves of the oak flutter, tarnished and dumb. Speak to me, crows. Teach me to walk like a sailor. Tell me what this tree superintends. Marie Howe, "My Father’s Oak" from The Good Thief. Copyright © 1988 by Marie Howe published by Persea Books. #poetry #poem #poetrycommunity #mariehowepoetry #mariehowe #father #legacy #randompoemoftheday
By the light of my nightstand, from The Kingdom of Ordinary Time (2008) by Marie Howe. #mariehowe #thekingdomofordinarytime #poetry #bythelightofmynightstand
"My Dead Friends" by Marie Howe This is it. This the answer. It all makes sense.
"Hurry up now, darling, she says,/hurry, hurry..." "Hurry," originally published in @mariehowe77's THE KINGDOM OF ORDINARY TIME (2008), was recently featured in the @nytimes' "The Morning" newsletter. The poem is also featured in Howe's NEW AND SELECTED POEMS, which will be in stores on 4/2. Preorder NEW AND SELECTED POEMS now! #NewAndSelectedPoems #MarieHowe #NortonPoetryMonday #WomensHistoryMonth
La reconocida poeta estadounidense 🇺🇸 Marie Howe nos ofrece esta poesía, plena de naturaleza y silencios Lo que dijo el silencio. ¿Sigues creyendo en los bordes ahora? Los pájaros vuelan sobre tus mapas y tus muros y siempre lo han hecho. Tal vez observaste cómo el humo desde tus propios fuegos viajó en un viento que no podías ver flotando sobre el valle y más arriba y sobre colinas y sobre el siguiente valle y la colina siguiente. ¿No has oído a los animales aullar y cantar? ¿O has oído el silencio de los animales que ya no cantaban? Ahora sabes lo que es tener miedo. ¿Sientes que que tus sentidos se agudizan? ¿Piensas que esto es un sueño? Esto no es un sueño. ¿Piensas que es un asunto teórico? ¿Qué mueve tus sentimientos más que lo que crees que es tu singular vida? El agua se torna más clara. Los cisnes se posan y flotan allí. ¿Estarías dispuesto a tomar tu lugar en el bosque otra vez? ¿a convertirte en tierra fértil y corteza para ser una hoja que cae desde una gran altura? ¿a ser el gusano que come la hoja y el pájaro que come al gusano? Mira el cielo: eres tú ¿estarías dispuesto a ser el cielo otra vez? Piensas que esta lección es demasiado difícil para ti. Quieres que el tiempo muerto termine. Quieres ir a ver películas como antes, sentarte y comer con tus amigos. Puede terminar ahora, pero no del modo que te imaginas. ¿Conoces a la mente que te estuvo hablando tanto tiempo, la mente que puede explicarlo todo? No escuches. Alguna vez tuviste la ciudadanía de un país llamado Yo No Sé. ¿Te acuerdas del bote en llamas que te llevó hasta allí? Súbete. Traducción: Salvador Biedma ¿Qué fue lo que más te gustó de este hermoso poema? Coméntanos 👇🏼 Visita nuestra web que está en la bio👆🏼 Aquí dejamos la web aliada www.lamajadesnuda.com a cargo de @nidiahernandezpoetry donde puedes escuchar las voces de mas de mil poetas y sus poemas a nivel mundial 🌍. #Poema #EcoPoesía #poetas #literatura #poesíaymedioambiente #poetry #mariehowe
Linger…
"If I could remember a day when I was utterly a girl/and not yet a woman" First published in Marie Howe's WHAT THE LIVING DO (1997), "The Girl," along with twenty new poems, will appear in Howe's NEW AND SELECTED POEMS, available everywhere on April 2. Pre-order today. @mariehowe77 #NewAndSelectedPoems #MarieHowe #NortonPoetryMonday #WomensHistoryMonth #FemalePoet
Our sunshine girl is ONE today. She is a magical ball of light and joy in this conflicted world and I can not wait to meet the person she grows into more and more each day. How truly blessed we are to know and love you, sweet Juniper Rose. 💥🌹💫💖 #babygirl #ONE #makingbayit #babylove #home #chosenfamily #slowdown #donthurry #juniperrose #mariehowe #hurry #poetry #motherhood #girlmom
I absolutely adore the poetry of Marie Howe. She calls me into myself with seemingly simple situations and such beautiful imagery. I love how she weaves the ordinary with the extraordinary. This poem has been a favorite of mine for many years and always leaves me feeling grateful to be living. What the Living Do Johnny, the kitchen sink has been clogged for days, some utensil probably fell down there. And the Drano won’t work but smells dangerous, and the crusty dishes have piled up waiting for the plumber I still haven’t called. This is the everyday we spoke of. It’s winter again: the sky’s a deep, headstrong blue, and the sunlight pours through the open living-room windows because the heat’s on too high in here and I can’t turn it off. For weeks now, driving, or dropping a bag of groceries in the street, the bag breaking, I’ve been thinking: This is what the living do. And yesterday, hurrying along those wobbly bricks in the Cambridge sidewalk, spilling my coffee down my wrist and sleeve, I thought it again, and again later, when buying a hairbrush: This is it. Parking. Slamming the car door shut in the cold. What you called that yearning. What you finally gave up. We want the spring to come and the winter to pass. We want whoever to call or not call, a letter, a kiss–we want more and more and then more of it. But there are moments, walking, when I catch a glimpse of myself in the window glass, say, the window of the corner video store, and I’m gripped by a cherishing so deep for my own blowing hair, chapped face, and unbuttoned coat that I’m speechless: I am living. I remember you. –Marie Howe #poetry #mariehowepoetry #mariehowe #mariehowewhatthelivingdo #ilovepoetry #poemsthatbringmetoexistence
Marie Howe grew up in a big Catholic family and went to a Catholic high school. The Bible, Mary Magdalen and Jesus appear in her poems and she uses those figures and stories in many of her poems to explore and understand contemporary life. At Columbia, she studied with Stanley Kunitz who said of her poems, "Her long deep-breathing lines address the mysteries of flesh and spirit, in terms accessible only to a woman who is very much of our time and yet still in touch with the sacred." The language in this poem is not "poetic" in the conventional, lyrical sense yet they tip into spiritual questions. She talks about mundane things and places without embellishing them. Everyday items and places appear regularly: checkout, cereal, car, sour milk and bad milk. Instead, she features them and locates her epiphanies there. The long lines that Kunitz describes beautifully as "deep-breathing" gives the impression that, without going to the end margin as prose does, she wants to pack as much as she can into the line. One thing that this and other poems by Howe do is redeem the past and its meaning so that it is visible in our present lives: to say that these are not merely historical or mythical truths but ones that are observable around us if we look for them. They are ubiquitous and even frequent. In this poem, she goes beyond recognition and into wonder. If I were one of his supplicants, she asks, how could I manage the "look on his face" when he turns to me. Or in other words, how could I in my destitute condition accept that blessing. #mariehowe #seeingthepoem #poetry
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I did not entirely know what I was getting into when I started Marie Howe's oft-lauded collection of poems called *What the Living Do*. I knew I adored the titular poem and still aim to memorize it someday. I knew some of my favourite poets have referred to Howe in interviews and she's been at the top of my must read list for awhile. . When I read the first few poems one evening, I thought the collection was going to be about girlhood and coming of age. By the second part, the collection takes a distinct turn. Here, Howe turns her gaze to her relationship to her brother who is dying, for what seems like many years. Although the poems never said the word AIDS, that's where my mind instantly went. I find it deeply necessary for me to understand and sit close to the stories of my queers ancestors who lived and died with AIDS, so this collection was a surprise on that level, too. . I nearly read the entirety of the book in one ceremonial gulp. I cried, read the poems out loud (they sound so good!), and felt closer to the human struggle. The book, published in 1997, is dedicated to her brother, John Howe, who died of an AIDS-related illness. It is simply a GORGEOUS capture of grief, not just after a loved one dies but while we have to watch a loved one die. This is a deeply personal, tender, and wholly universal book that I'd recommend to just about anyone, even those new to poetry collections. . #bookstagram #readersofinstagram #bookstagrammer #queerreader #bookchampion #championabook #queerlit #queer #poetry #supportpoets #poems #poetsofinstagram #bibliophile #booklife #booknerd #bookworm #bookish #booklove #instabook #readreadread #mariehowe #whatthelivingdo
Just got my copy yesterday. Marie Howe’s beautiful new and selected. Pub date coming up! #mariehowe #poetry
This leapt into my hand at the #littlefreepoemlibrary . Apropos for many reasons. Text reads: ANNUNCIATION- Marie Howe Even if I don't see it again -- nor ever feel it I know it is -- and that if once it hailed me it ever does-- And so it is myself I want to turn in that direction not as toward a place, but it was a tilting within myself, as one turns a mirror to flash the light to where it isn't -- I was blinded like that -- and swam in what shone at me only able to endure it by being no one and so specifically myself I thought I'd die from being loved like that. #poemaday #annunciation #mariehowe
A firm sense of one's own autonomous identity... . . . . . . . . . . . . . #poems #poetry #art #artist #love #lovequotes #life #lifequotes #quotes #literature #tumblr #pinterest #darkacademia #books #reader #writer #novels #mariehowe #whatthelivingdo #suezhao #jackkerouac #claricelispector #neartothewildheart#
When Ash Wednesday falls on Valentine's day. Type + Etching plate + fabric. Poetry from Magdalene Poems by Marie Howe. #ashwednesday #poetry #mariehowe #americanpoets #printedwords #printmaking #liturgicalcalendar
I love this poem from @mariehowe77 so much and included it in last year's Lent Poetry series. Lent is just over two weeks away, and I'd love for you to join in this beloved tradition of mine. It’s simple—I email out one poem (like this one) each Sunday during the season of Lent. You can sign up at the in my bio. Tag a friend who might want in this year ⬇️ Magdalene: The Woman Taken In Adultery by Marie Howe. Source: Magdalene (W. W. Norton, 2017). #mariehowe
Diving into the soul-stirring verses of Marie Howe's 'What the Living Do: Poems.' A poignant exploration of life, loss, and the resilience of the human spirit. Howe's words resonate like a gentle echo, lingering in the heart long after the last page is turned. 📚💔 #bookreview #mariehowe #poetrylovers #book #books #booksbooksbooks #bookstagrammer #bookstagrammers #booklovers #bookworm #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetrycorner #poeticpages #poetic
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happy this is what the living do blue monday from what the living do (1997) What the Living Do Marie Howe Johnny, the kitchen sink has been clogged for days, some utensil probably fell down there. And the Drano won’t work but smells dangerous, and the crusty dishes have piled up waiting for the plumber I still haven’t called. This is the everyday we spoke of. It’s winter again: the sky’s a deep, headstrong blue, and the sunlight pours through the open living-room windows because the heat’s on too high in here and I can’t turn it off. For weeks now, driving, or dropping a bag of groceries in the street, the bag breaking, I’ve been thinking: This is what the living do. And yesterday, hurrying along those wobbly bricks in the Cambridge sidewalk, spilling my coffee down my wrist and sleeve, I thought it again, and again later, when buying a hairbrush: This is it. Parking. Slamming the car door shut in the cold. What you called that yearning. What you finally gave up. We want the spring to come and the winter to pass. We want whoever to call or not call, a letter, a kiss — we want more and more and then more of it. But there are moments, walking, when I catch a glimpse of myself in the window glass, say, the window of the corner video store, and I’m gripped by a cherishing so deep for my own blowing hair, chapped face, and unbuttoned coat that I’m speechless: I am living. I remember you. #poetry #poemoftheday #mariehowe
From @mariehowe77's book, What the Living Do. @w.w.norton #poem #poetsociety #poetic #poetrybooks #poemsofig #poetrymatters #poetrylibrary #mariehowe #dailypoems #poetry #poeticcommunity #poetryisnotdead #poetrylovers #poetrygram #poetryislife #poemsofinstagram #poets #apoemaday