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A Poem

A friend sent me this link to a poem by Gjertrud Schnackenberg. It is lovely, musical, strong . I will quote just a few lines. It is from The Light Gray Soil:

My fingers touch
A penny, long forgotten in my coat,
Forgotten in the shock, December eighth,
Midnight emergency, a penny swept
Together with belongings from his coat
Into a sack of “Personal Effects,”
Then locked away, then given to the “Spouse.”
Nearly relinquished, nearly overlooked.
Surely the last he touched, now briefly mine.
A token of our parting, blindly kept.
Alloy of zinc, the copper thinly clad,

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Beneath the floor, under the pine slats
Worn smooth by the grit and movement of daily life,
Far beneath the moist loam that pushes up flowers
After the snow melt and the spring showers,
Beneath the sand banks of an ancient river shore
Lies a deep layer of sandstone, the grains joined
Together by years of cohabitation under heat and pressure,
Moderated only by the silent trickle of dissolved stone,
Dripping, oozing into each unfilled crevice.

Still further down, under the suffocating pressure
of the overlying burden,
Under temperatures rising ever higher,
higher with each meter of descent,
The grains have merged, recrystallized,
reorganized their component atoms,
One of silicon paired with two of oxygen,
into a larger mosaic, forming a twice denser rock,
Solid, strong enough to sustain what lies above,
though the tiny fossil flowers and worms
Have long since been lost, their history and form
dissolved and forgotten in the fiery metamorphic crucible.

We are now fifteen kilometers below
the pine slats of the cabin, below the roots
Of the surrounding meadow grass.
The temperature has risen to eight times the boiling
Point of water; the pressure would crush
the strongest submarine. We descend
Further, towards the core, we feel the upwelling of magma,
rock turned fluid, rising,
Pushing up against the rock above, splitting the plates apart,
spitting fire, spreading the rock
With its fiery force, pushing upward and outward
until the skin of the earth bursts
And a great plume of ash and noxious gas
rises high above the icy island.

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Found on wordpress

This poem by Karen K Ross is worth a look, as is the photograph that goes with it. Mouth-wateringly scrumptious.

Let us all agree: we will create as much beauty while on this earth as we can.

HH

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A friend asked: “how can you blog a poem? Facebook does not respect line breaks!”  Fortunately WordPress does show respect, besides giving the possibility of good graphics design — the WordPress themes.

To blog poetry: choose the HTML tab in the WordPress editor, then just type the lines as you normally would, as in the poem below by Lewis Carroll. Stanza structure is respected as well. (Am I using this as a pretext for posting the poem, my favorite since childhood? It must have already have been posted on the web n umptillion times. The answer is, Yes! I could not resist:-)

‘Twas brillig, and the slithey toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogroves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand;
Long time the manxome foe he sought —
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came wiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came.

One, two! One, two!
And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He came galumphing back.

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh, Callay!”
He chortled in his joy. ‘

Twas brillig, and the slithey toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogroves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

HH

PS. Lewis Carroll, the famous author of Alice in Wonderland, aka Charles Lutwidge Dodgson, was a lecturer in mathematics at Oxford. See Modern Mechanix for an interesting post and reference to a 1956 Scientific American article on Carroll-Dodgson.

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