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Poetry Friday: Worming into the weekend
Contributed by: Tabitha Dial, YourHub.com   on 5/5/2006

Yes. The weekend approaches. This weekend, I'll be apartment hunting and bike hunting with Alex. There are many reasons why we're looking in a particular neighborhood for a place to dwell-- among them is proximity to the Denver Woman's Press Club.

I have been a DWPC member for nearly a year now. Each member needs to acquire a sponsor (a current member) to help bring in new members.

My sponsor was Aurora poet Jari Thymian. She read some of her poems, beautifully addressing the silk worm, on April 9 at the annual DWPC poetry reading.

Now, I know you came here for poetry, so, per Friday tradition, here's the poem of the week from American Life in Poetry.

By Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate

A worm in an apple, a maggot in a bone, a person in the world. What might seem an odd assortment of creatures is beautifully interrelated by the Massachusetts poet Pat Schneider. Her poem suggests that each living thing is richly awake to its own particular, limited world.

There Is Another Way

There is another way to enter an apple:
a worm's way.
The small, round door
closes behind her. The world
and all its necessities
ripen around her like a room.

In the sweet marrow of a bone,
the maggot does not remember
the wingspread
of the mother, the green
shine of her body, nor even
the last breath of the dying deer.

I, too, have forgotten
how I came here, breathing
this sweet wind, drinking rain,
encased by the limits
of what I can imagine
and by a husk of stars.


Reprinted from "Another River: New and Selected Poems," Amherst Writers & Artists Press, 2005, by permission of the author. First printed in "Kalliope", Vol. XII, No. 1, 1989. Copyright (c) 2004 by Pat Schneider. This weekly column is supported by The Poetry Foundation, The Library of Congress, and the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. This column does not accept unsolicited poetry.

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American Life in Poetry provides newspapers and online publications with a free weekly column featuring contemporary American poems. The sole mission of this project is to promote poetry: American Life in Poetry seeks to create a vigorous presence for poetry in our culture.




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Tabitha Dial

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Tabitha Dial has posted 194 blog entries and 816 comments since joining on 9/14/2005. Tabitha Dial's average blog rating is 4.96.
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