Nov 16 – a new poet for the list – Marge Piercy

Friday, Thanksgiving break is peeking around the corner

A close and dear friend, Thane Kreiner, came to visit for two days.  When a good friend comes to stay, I like to leave a note on the community bulletin board.  This is what I wrote yesterday.

Last evening, talking about the poetry list, Thane introduced me to a new poet,  Marge Piercy.  I love it.  A fringe benefit of one friend traveling to see another friend’s city.  A poem rewards reading it outloud, with pauses.  Have a blest end of week and weekend.

john sj

Today’s Post  –  “To be of use”

The people I love the best
jump into work head first
without dallying in the shallows
and swim off with sure strokes almost out of sight.
They seem to become natives of that element,
the black sleek heads of seals
bouncing like half-submerged balls.

I love people who harness themselves, an ox to a heavy cart,
who pull like water buffalo, with massive patience,
who strain in the mud and the muck to move things forward,
who do what has to be done, again and again.

I want to be with people who submerge
in the task, who go into the fields to harvest
and work in a row and pass the bags along,
who are not parlor generals and field deserters
but move in a common rhythm
when the food must come in or the fire be put out.

The work of the world is common as mud.
Botched, it smears the hands, crumbles to dust.
But the thing worth doing well done
has a shape that satisfies, clean and evident.
Greek amphoras for wine or oil,
Hopi vases that held corn, are put in museums
but you know they were made to be used.
The pitcher cries for water to carry
and a person for work that is real.

Marge Piercy

b. 1936


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