Monthly Archives: September 2020

Wednesday, September 30 “It ís the blight man was born for, It is Margaret you mourn for.” This demanding Hopkins poem speaks of the power and beauty of ordinary human sadness.  Pretty much every work day in the year invites … Continue reading →

“Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness” Last year about this time, one of the list’s readers responded to an all-time favorite autumn poem from Gerard Manley Hopkins – – who pretty regularly knocks me flat with wonder. The email contained … Continue reading →

Today’s Post – – Wendell Berry Fellowship of Southern Writers It may be that when we no longer know what to do we have come to our real work, and that when we no longer know which way to go … Continue reading →

Friday, September 18 — “you had better get / your eyes checked / or, better, still, / your diminished spirit” How many encounters could I remember if I worked at it, when someone took the trouble to tell me, bluntly … Continue reading →

Every so often, a poet taps on the window of my imagination and catches my attention.  I had not encountered Mary Karr before (b. January 16, 1955); now I am wondering why. Have a blest September Monday,   john sj Today’s … Continue reading →

September 11 – Mary Tobacco & Joy Harjo This week ends with bright September sun & its crisp wind gusts.   For me, today’s morning stillness stirs memories of two great native women, soul friends both Poet Laureate Joy Harjo … Continue reading →