DOES ANYONE KNOW WHO WROTE THIS?
Bent at the beginning
in the seed, the corm,
we grow taller toward the light
carrying upward the grace of our leaves
and with it our canker
our wont to be mistaken
even cruel in the face of kindness,
burr and thorn as much a part of us as any fragrant rose.
I started the habit of reciting a Morning Poem right after the election of 2016. I found I needed to fill my mind with something beautiful and deep at the start of the day , before exposing it to the news or even email.
I’ve had other poems–longer ones, more intense–but something about the brevity and purity of this one has stuck it with me now for a year. Only problem is, I’ve forgotten the poet! And as I tend to treat my books of poetry like library books, sending them on instead of keeping them, I can’t look it up.
I’ve tried Googling the first line; it yielded mostly suggestions for growing corn.
What I love about this poem is the way it reminds me of those dark/light, yin/yang pairing: imperfection yet striving, pride yet humility. Both, and. Yes. Onward we go.
I’m not giving this poem up until another suggests taking its place. But I really want to credit the poet! So I’m hoping someone can step forward and help me here.
Still, while we’re on the topic: I’d also love to hear other suggestions for a poem with which to begin the day. Hit me!
I’m not familiar with this poem, but it’s lovely. I’ve been memorizing some Mary Oliver on my morning walks. Or at least, trying to. One of my current favorites is ‘The Wren from Carolina.’ I think you might like it.
Aha! Going to look that up right now, thank you!