Wordless Wednesday: Monarch
Poetry Sunday: Hymn for the Hurting by Amanda Gorman
You probably remember poet Amanda Gorman from her appearance at the inauguration of President Biden. She read her poem "The Hill We Climb" on that occasion. After the senseless slaughter in Uvalde this week, she was inspired to write another poem which was published in The New York Times. It seemed perfect for the occasion and so I stole it in order to feature it here, just in case you didn't get a chance to read it in the Times . Hymn for the Hurting by Amanda Gorman Everything hurts, Our hearts shadowed and strange, Minds made muddied and mute. We carry tragedy, terrifying and true. And yet none of it is new; We knew it as home, As horror, As heritage. Even our children Cannot be children, Cannot be. Everything hurts. It’s a hard time to be alive, And even harder to stay that way. We’re burdened to live out these days, While at the same time, blessed to outlive them. This alarm is how we know We must be altered — That we must differ or die, That we must triumph or try.
Simply beautiful! :-)
ReplyDeleteWell, they are the monarchs of the garden.
DeleteBeautiful photos Dorothy.
ReplyDeleteI just discovered two caterpillars alive in the garden, even after the freeze. In addition, I have a total of 12 indoors in the cage (some already pupated).
And I just saw a butterfly in the garden but couldn't get a pic.
You have surely done more than your part to "save the Monarch" this year. Thank goodness for you and all the other gardeners who have thrown themselves into this fight. It does give one hope.
DeleteThis can really be a beautiful time of year if you know where to look. As you do!
ReplyDeleteMostly I look in my garden.
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