Let us share the power of language to refresh the soul. Perhaps some long-forgotten essence of your own was rekindled through a passage in a speech, a ballad, or a poem.
When it comes to poetry, look beyond those that may have been assigned in your English classes. Has something moved you to a time before the “real” world intervened to extinguish the very mystery and magic of being alive?
Consider “The Two-Headed Calf”:
Tomorrow when the farm boys find this
freak of nature, they will wrap his body
in newspaper and carry him to the museum.
But tonight he is alive and in the north
field with his mother. It is a perfect
summer evening: the moon rising over
the orchard, the wind in the grass.
And as he stares into the sky, there
are twice as many stars as usual.
That poem (1977) by Laura Gilpin is sublime in the true sense, joining the terrible (yes, such “freaks of nature” do exist though often stillborn or live only days) and the beautiful (perfect evening, with his mother, twice the stars) with astonishing economy. How better to express the ephemeral nature of life as the essence of meaning, indeed the transitory nature of beauty itself. Laura Gilpin died of glioblastoma in 2007, at age 57…
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