Dearest Bleaders,
Photographer Reuben Radding and I have again matched a poem of mine, from my most recent book Who Said (Copper Canyon, 2013) to one of his recent photographs. The poem, you'll likely note, is a Dickinsonian adventure.
On the Past Denied
A lot like pushing a rope,
or shove-budging the Earth
it’s tough to ditch a shadow,
by means of bob and jerk.
We are, where we, were.
We’re, one, time-lapsed, blur.
Our past with sweet derision
we, can, not, inter.
The thing we hide returns
just as it turns, to leave
and speaks a hope, that doubts
as, fervently, as it believes.
At last I land, on ground
unfirm, to balance theft and duty
I reckon flesh, and history,
as real as truth and beauty.
photo © Reuben Radding http://www.reubenradding.com
poem © Jennifer Michael Hecht http://tinyurl.com/hofhadt
Happy poetry month, spring will come, experience assures me. Dreary as the coming week may be, the earth will turn towards the sun and we don't have to do anything to help it.
Love,
Jennifer
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