Monday Mornings

Today is World Poetry day. Yep, it’s a real thing. In 1999, Unesco (United Nations Educational, Scientific, and Cultural Organization) declared March 21 as World Poetry Day.

Today is World Poetry day. Yep, it’s a real thing. In 1999, Unesco (United Nations Educational, Scientific, and Cultural Organization) declared March 21 as World Poetry Day.

I love poetry—it calms me, it soothes me, and it inspires me. Poetry, like music and art, expresses emotions we cannot always find words for ourselves. Poetry makes me see and feel what I otherwise might not see or allow myself to feel. And, most of all, poetry unites us in our humanity, reminding us that we all share the same feelings.

So I’m happy there is a day devoted to celebrating the art of poetry. I love what Unesco director-general Irina Bokova said about this day: “By paying tribute to the men and women whose only instrument is free speech, who imagine and act, Unesco recognizes in poetry its value as a symbol of the human spirit’s creativity. By giving form and words to that which has none — such as the unfathomable beauty that surrounds us, the immense suffering and misery of the world — poetry contributes to the expansion of our common humanity, helping to increase its strength, solidarity and self-awareness.”

I think Gülten Akın, the Turkish poet, said it best when she said “I can’t think of a world without poetry. For everyone.” In celebration of World Poetry Day, I share with you one of my all-time favorite poems.

The Journey
By Mary Oliver
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice—
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at our ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with it’s stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do—
determined to save
the only life that you could save.

 

Happy World Poetry Day! Happy Monday!

 

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2 comments

A lovely post. Thank you.

Thanks Debbie!

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