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32. Okay February, okay.
February 16, 2011, 11:19 pm
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Poetry is something good for February since the second month of the year is usually a hard one.  And poems are good during months that require more patience and kindness.  (See Dar Williams’ song “February” – “February was so long that it lasted into March” Yes, you can say that again.)

I remember sitting in a lecture room listening to Naomi Shihab Nye read one of her poems.  (a lucky girl!) The way she spoke and the way her poetry carved out a piece of understanding was a Thing.  You know, that Thing to behold.  But delicate too. A sleight of hand.  A disappearing bunny.  An untouchable.  A flicker of truth that vanishes as quickly as it disappears.

This is why memorizing poems is rather satisfying, I think.  It turns a flicker of understanding into a practice of being. The poem gains embodied meaning.  Sacred texts have come down to us this way after all.

So I’ve been putting Nye’s “Kindness” to memory, if only to let the words sink down and just be with them. (and with February)