For National Poetry Month, 9 poems for life
Poetry is often referred to as an art, and it is one, but it’s also a practical tool. It can jostle your brain into new thoughts, change your mood with only a few words, keep you company like an old friend.
Because April is National Poetry Month, I want to share a few poems that have kept me good company through the years. They’re poems I’ve turned to for enlightenment or consolation and sent to friends searching for the same. Note: What’s printed here are only excerpts. The full versions are available online.
1. If I had to name my favorite poet, it would be Wislawa Szymborska, the late Polish poet who won the Nobel Prize for literature. This early poem of hers, translated by Northwestern University’s Clare Cavanagh, is worth reciting every day.
Nothing Twice
Nothing can ever happen twice. In consequence, the sorry fact is that we arrive here improvised and leave without the chance to practice.
Why do we treat the fleeting day with so much needless fear and sorrow?
It’s in its nature not to stay:
Today is always gone tomorrow.
2. Galway Kinnell won the 1982 Pulitzer Prize for poetry. He wrote this poem for a student who was considering suicide.
Wait
Wait, for now.
Distrust everything, if you have to.
But trust the hours. Haven’t they carried you everywhere, up to now?
Personal events will become interesting again. Hair will become interesting.
Pain will become interesting.
Buds that open out of season will become lovely again. 3.
Langston Hughes wrote this poem in 1935, from his perspective as a Black American. Its expression of the unfulfilled dream inside “the American Dream” still applies.
Let America Be America Again
O, let America be America again —
The land that never has been yet —
And yet must be — the land where every man is free. The land that’s mine — the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro’s, ME—
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain, Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain, Must bring back our mighty dream again.
4. In the early, quiet days of the pandemic, I often thought of this poem by the Chilean poet Pablo Neruda, translated by Alastair Reid. One of the few things I miss from that time is the quiet.
Keeping Quiet
Now we will count to twelve and we will all keep still
For once on the face of the earth let’s not speak in any language, let’s stop for one second, and not move our arms so much
5. In my mother’s old age, I gave her a poetry anthology, and after she died, I opened the book to find it full of notes made in her shaky handwriting. Next to this one by Mary Oliver, she had written, “Yes!”
Wild Geese
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting — over and over announcing your place in the family of things.
6. Naomi Shihab Nye often identifies as the daughter of a Palestinian father and an American mother, and those roots inform her writing. I first heard this poem at a friend’s memorial service.
Kindness
Before you know what kindness really is you must lose things, feel the future dissolve in a moment like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand, what you counted and carefully saved, all this must go so you know how desolate the landscape can be between the regions of kindness.
7. This poem by W.S. Merwin may be the deepest threeline poem ever written. I’ve sent it to friends who’ve lost someone they love.
Separation
Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.
8. John Updike, who’s better known for his prose, approaches death from a lighter angle. I read the full poem at my mother’s memorial. It has one of the world’s best opening lines.
Perfection Wasted
And another regrettable thing about death is the ceasing of your own brand of magic, which took a whole life to develop and market —
9. This poem by Maya Angelou may strike some people as too simple for our fractured world. But that’s its power: It reduces us little humans to a basic truth we often ignore.
Human Family
I note the obvious differences Between each sort and type, But we are more alike, my friends, Than we are unalike.
We are more alike, my friends, Than we are unalike.
We are more alike, my friends, Than we are unalike.