Friday, March 5, 2010

A poem.


The New York Times has a book review today of a book of poems by Kay Ryan. http://www.nytimes.com/2010/03/05/books/05book.html?hpw I don't read lot of poetry outside of Ogden Nash, but this one by Ryan hit me between the eyes.

This poem, from 2005, is called "The Niagara River," but it seems to me that it's also about being a creative person in a non creative world.

However carved up
or pared down we get,
we keep on making
the best of it as though
it doesn’t matter that
our acre’s down to
a square foot. As
though our garden
could be one bean
and we’d rejoice if
it flourishes, as
though one bean
could nourish us.

2 comments:

草莓 said...
This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.
REBECCA RIVERA said...

Creatives are like orchids. Leave us forgotten in a corner where a bit of indirect sun occasionally shines. Only water us once a month. Don't bother to feed us. We'll absorb whatever nutrients are wafting about the air. Just when you've given up on us, thinking we have withered and died, we'll produce blossoms of such profound beauty that you will think we are miracles of nature.