Eurydice
Jenny George
It snowed the day I died, a freak spring storm.
(It was in the papers.) A whole year of fruit was lost,
each snowflake traveling down from space
to touch a blossom with its cold crystal.
Now it's nearly spring again and inside the house
the one I married is forcing quince branches
in a jar of warm water. Oh, to be chosen, given a vessel,
shaped by another's strictures and desire! In the end
what do any of us want? Having been woken early,
brought into the human world and made to respond,
the little buds swell with their new circumstance.
The air is dense with invisible paths. The shock of fullness?
That's called life. That stab of light is the morning sun.
from the book AFTER IMAGE/ Copper Canyon Press
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Color photograph of U.S. poet laureate Ada Limón
"A Poem Hitches a Ride on a Rocket"

"The Clipper team wanted to send earthling signatures along for the ride, and they hoped Limón might be able to dream up a message from, well, humanity. Limón was up for the challenge. She’s been writing about constellations and the moon since she was a kid pondering the heavens in Sonoma County, Calif. She already had six books and a National Book Award nomination under her belt. She loves Star Trek and voyages of all stripes. After all, Limón said, 'Poetry is the language of mystery and the unknown.'"

via THE NEW YORK TIMES
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Cover image of Diane Seuss' book, Modern Poetry
What Sparks Poetry:
Diane Seuss on Reading Prose


"Keats’s ballad opens with three stanzas in the voice of a questioner, after which the knight-at-arms takes over, answering the questioner through storytelling. Likewise, set at the center of Lorca’s poem is a dialogue between the older and younger man. As the green girl teeters on the balcony, suspended between dream and reality, life and death, so Keats’s knight occupies the in-between, stranded by the faery 'On the cold hill’s side.' And each poem, in its way, serves as an allegory for the container itself, the ballad form, which inhabits the liminal space between narrative and lyric, story and song."
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