I just picked up (again) Ten Poems to Open Your Heart by Roger Housden. I am a HUGE fan of all the Ten Poem books... To Change Your Life, To Set You Free, etc. I think Roger Housden is just amazing. He takes 10 poems and then just talks about how they have impacted him and how they relate to his life experiences. So much wisdom in these little books, and a great way to get into poetry if you (like me) find it a bit intimidating.
The first poem is from my favorite poet Mary Oliver, and i wanted to share it.
West Wind #2
by Mary Oliver
You are young. So you know everything. You leap into the boat and begin rowing. But listen to me. Without fanfare, without embarrassment, without any doubt, I talk directly to your soul. Listen to me. Lift the oars from the water, let your arms rest, and your heart and heart's little intelligence, and listen to me. There is life without love. It is not worth a bent penny, or a scuffed shoe. It is not worth the body of a dead dog nine days unburied. When you hear, a mile away and still out of sight, the churn of the water as it begins to swirl and roil, fretting around the sharp rocks--when you hear that unmistakable pounding--when you feel the mist on your mouth and sense ahead the embattlement, the long falls plunging and steaming--then row, row for your life toward it.
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Posted on Nov 11th, 2007
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Allison
Again this is from ten poems to open your heart, by roger housden. There is nothing i can say about this poem, read, enjoy, and i believe you will agree. No comment is needed.
Just incredible!
The Third Body
by Robert Bly
A man and a woman sit near each other, and they do not long
At this moment to be older, or younger, or born
In any other nation, or any other time, or any other place.
They are content to be where they are, talking or not talking.
Their breaths together feed someone whom we do not know.
The man sees the way his fingers move;
He sees her hands close around a book she hands to him.
They obey a third body that they share in common.
They have promised to love that body.
Age may come; parting may come; death will come!
A man and a woman sit near each other;
As they breathe they feed someone we do not know,
Someone we know of, whom we have never seen.
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