This has long been one of my favorite poems. It is, I think, appropriate both for February 2 (which falls right between the winter and spring solstices) and my sober anniversary. It's found in a wonderful volume titled The Wild Iris by Louise Gluck.
Snowdrops
Do you know what I was, how I lived? You know
what despair is; then
winter should have meaning for you.
I did not expect to survive,
earth suppressing me. I didn't expect
to waken again, to feel
in damp earth my body
able to respond again, remembering
after so long how to open again
in the cold light
of earliest spring--
afraid, yes, but among you again
crying yes risk joy
in the raw wind of the new world.
--Louise Gluck
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thanks to mouse i found out about this!
yay mouse!
thanks.....the poetry keeps coming! great to read it AND to find such great new sites!
What a great poem! I love it and I love that it made me think....And a late congrats on your 11 years and wishes for many more happy years to come!
Wow, that's a great poem. I want to add some despairing addendum to it, but that's just my sunny personality. ;)
Congrats on your 11th birthday! Blogger won't let me leave a comment lately. It toys with me via that "type in these letters" box, the way that poor mouse was dealt with. Harshly.
Isis looks quite, quite pleased with herself and vastly displeased with you.
That's a wonderful poem - thanks for sharing.
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