Be prepared for a couple more posts today (if I get to them) as I attempt to catch up on reviewing all of the books I have finished in the past week. For now, I’ll leave you with a poem I read this morning. It reminds me of myself in a classroom when I am hesitant to raise my hand and give an answer. Instead of berating herself for not answering, the author sees the power she has in holding the answer.
The teacher asks a question. You know the answer, you suspect you are the only one in the classroom who knows the answer, because the person in question is yourself, and on that you are the greatest living authority, but you don’t raise your hand. You raise the top of your desk and take out an apple. You look out the window. You don’t raise your hand and there is some essential beauty in your fingers, which aren’t even drumming, but lie flat and peaceful. The teacher repeats the question. Outside the window, on an overhanging branch, a robin is ruffling its feathers and spring is in the air.
From Cold Pluto, 1996, 2001
Carnegie Mellon University Press
Copyright 1996, 2001 Mary Ruefle.
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