Wordless Wednesday: The first dahlia of summer
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! :-)
ReplyDeleteIt's one of those nice surprises the garden sometimes offers. I planted these dahlia tubers last year and didn't dig them at the end of the season. Usually, they don't survive to come back the next year, but these did and now they brighten my day.
DeleteThat is an especially beautiful one. Now that my sister has me out of her hair, I imagine she is getting her tubers out of the basement and planting them again. How fortunate that this one wintered over.
ReplyDeleteI was completely surprised to see those plants coming up, especially since we had one of our colder winters of recent years. Sometimes there is just no accounting for Nature!
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