Silent Poetry Reading in Honor of the Feast of Brigid
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.
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.