We’re fumbling our method by means of one other difficult January. Writers and editors from round our newsroom share the poems that they’re turning to this month. Then: Here is what else to learn, hearken to, and watch this weekend.
“I Might Be a Whale Shark” by Aimee Nezhukumatathil
It’s been a tough couple of pandemic years for folks of younger kids. The pure exhaustion from inconsistent baby care together with considerations round our youngsters’ psychological well being has, as I can personally attest, taken its toll. However once I learn Aimee Nezhukumatathil’s poems, I’m reminded in regards to the components of being a mother or father that reach past the anxiousness so many people really feel for the time being—all of the components which are filled with marvel and that reveal our connection to the pure world round us.
— Clint Smith, employees author and creator of the poetry assortment Counting Descent
“American Han” by E. J. Koh
I like phrases for which there is no such thing as a English equal, as a result of they immediate us to ponder that means and interpretation in artistic methods. On this prose poem, E. J. Koh, a translator herself, makes an attempt to outline the Korean phrase han, usually expressed as “grief” or “resentment.” The poem is biting (It’s not a phrase however a warfare. The phrase I assumed belongs to me solely belongs to the Korean border) and examines han with totally different instruments: historical past, cultural criticism, and private narrative. Studying the poem is an train in self-analysis, excellent for these chilly winter days that appear to encourage introspection.
— Morgan Ome, assistant editor
“One Artwork” by Elizabeth Bishop
This poem is a villanelle, a kind that calls for a inflexible construction with repeated strains. Bishop retains returning to her central thought—the artwork of dropping isn’t exhausting to grasp—with ever better losses, from the fluster / of misplaced door keys to some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent, culminating in you, the toughest lack of all. To me, this can be a poem about courageous faces, and coping, and it completely fits the top of two exhausting years of grief and fear.
— Helen Lewis, employees author
“After Nice Ache, a Formal Feeling Comes” by Emily Dickinson
Dickinson provides the mandatory metaphors for a grey January day in my single-working-parent, pandemic-isolated mind: The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs (the numbness of burnout); ‘Yesterday, or Centuries earlier than’? (the irrelevance of passing time); The Toes, mechanical, go spherical (days on repeat). The final stanza presents a tenuous, icy sliver of hope. We’ll look again on this hour—Remembered, if outlived (if!)—as somebody who’s survived the winter seems to be again from spring.
— Jennifer Adams, affiliate director of manufacturing
“The Extra Loving One” by W. H. Auden
I discover myself reciting this poem just a few instances a 12 months, at any time when a good friend is feeling the sting of an unrequited crush or the ache of a lopsided relationship. (Okay, tremendous—or when I’m.) Love is degrading; once I’m feeling weary, it could appear distasteful, like a endless recreation of musical chairs, every companion scrambling to keep away from being left alone. However Auden presents a scorching take: If equal affection can’t be, / Let the extra loving one be me. He’s proper; it’s not embarrassing to be heartsick. It’s highly effective.
— Religion Hill, affiliate editor who helps choose our Atlantic weekly poem
“The Mississippi River Empties Into the Gulf” by Lucille Clifton
I return to this Lucille Clifton poem usually in tough instances. And on this grueling winter—amid the report surge in coronavirus circumstances as we strategy pandemic 12 months three, amid report heat and wildfires right here in Colorado—but once more, Clifton’s strains have comforted me by reminding me that, traditionally and now, we’re not as alone as we expect we’re: on a regular basis somebody is standing on the sting / of this river, staring into time, / whispering mistakenly: / solely right here. solely now.
— Kelsey J. Waite, copy editor
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