poetry wednesday : will your voice return to sing?

blog pic - penPoetry is the journal of a sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. ― Carl Sandburg

Stop. Don’t go. You don’t have to be a poet to read poetry. You don’t have to understand poetry to read poetry. You just have to be someone who reads or speaks the language in which the poetry is written (or translated) and be able to read it aloud without attachment to outcome or meaning or knowing. Or you just need to be able to listen to it, if reading isn’t an option. You just have to be a human being able to hold words in your mouth for a moment. That’s really the only prerequisite.

All meaning is individual. And whether you “like” a poem or not is immaterial, plus how dare we judge them. Understanding poems is overrated and secondary to the physicality of the words themselves. For the moment, just read the poem aloud to hear the ways the sounds feel in your head, and the ways you stumble over words, or don’t, and the ways you begin to fall in love with words again when you aren’t so hell-bent on knowing or being smart or judgey or able to diagram sentences as you did like a boss in the 7th grade.

I copy a poem by hand every morning onto a piece of college-ruled paper (never wide-ruled, because it gives me the shivers), and have for many years. Not because I am a poet. Not because I am studying poetry. Not because I am memorizing them. But because they are glimpses into a new way of seeing and expressing what we see. They are a new way of seeing words. This is also why I always invite poets to speak at my conferences. Always. And all writers, and all humans, are made up of what we see, and what we speak about, and what we express in language or otherwise, those stories we tell or don’t, the images we gather, or don’t. Silence is as valid an expression as any, if the silence involves change over time, as writing does once we realize that writing is the way meaning is revealed, not thinking about it beforehand.

So, Poetry Wednesday is back. Read this poem, aloud if at all possible. Stop trying to read it the right way. Your theatre professor isn’t listening and this isn’t an interview. This is just for you. Just let it flow like a river. And then read it again. And perhaps a third time. The fourth time? Sing it. And perhaps you will write it by hand on college-ruled paper this morning, and put it in a notebook, and maybe you will find it in a few years, and have a sudden jolt of recognition, the kind where knowing is included.

Today’s poem is called Litany. What is a litany? In one sense, it is a series of petitions for use in church services or processions, usually recited by the clergy and responded to in a recurring formula by the people. As you read, let this be a series of petitions, a recurring flow. Let yourself be both the call and the response.

 

Litany

by Rebecca Lindenberg

O you gods, you long-limbed animals, you
astride the sea and you unhammocked
in the cyprus grove and you with your hair
full of horses, please. My thoughts have turned
from the savor of plums to the merits
of pity—touch and interrupt me,
chasten me with waking, humble me
for wonder again. Seed god and husk god,
god of the open palm, you know me, you
know my mettle. See, my wrists are small.
O you, with glass-colored wind at your call
and you, whose voice is soft as a turned page,
whose voice unrolls paper, whose voice returns
air to its forms, send me a word for faith
that also means his thrum, his coax and surge
and her soft hollow, please—friend gods, lend me
a word that means what I would ask him for
so when he says: You give it all away,
I can say: I am not sorry. I sing.
About Patti Digh

Patti Digh is an author, speaker, and educator who builds learning communities and gets to the heart of difficult topics. Her work over the last three decades has focused on diversity, inclusion, social justice, and living and working mindfully. She has developed diversity strategies and educational programming for major nonprofit and corporate organizations and has been a featured speaker at many national and international conferences.

11 comments to " poetry wednesday : will your voice return to sing? "
  • Maria Szucs

    I love this, Patti! I’m one who was turned off poetry by the horrors of having to analyze poems in high school. How can one have an incorrect analysis, really? I’m glad to say that a college professor gave our class permission to enjoy poems again. The Litany you shared here reminds me of Litany by Billy Collins, a poem that once again renewed my interest in words. Here, for anyone who’d like to read it: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/browse/179/5#!/20605577/0

  • I am glad to see this back because possibly my favorite poem of all time, God Says Yes to Me, by Kaylin Haught (in Life if a Verb) came to me through your choice of putting it out there in the world. I’m a fan of poetry that lights me up.

    THIS lights me up: “I can say: I am not sorry. I sing”.

    thanks!

  • Oh you know how much I love this. As a poet, I’d like to say, “Praise be to bringing your own life to a poem, to feeling the words in your mouth, to rolling around in them.” Do not be afraid folks, like Patti said, there is no wrong or right. There is only your story meeting another’s story. There are only words playing with each other. Come on in!

  • Kim mailhot

    Word music for my heart and mind.
    Thanks, Patti!

  • Maureen McGahey

    Words that somehow get etched on my heart once I listen with an open heart.
    this is so lovely………Now I am going to find some loose leafed paper to write more poems out….and maybe in calligraphy. Thankyou.

  • Jenni Johns

    I have always loved poems since I was a little girl. I still love them because I love words and poems often have powerful words that invoke images that make me laugh and shiver and stop dead in my tracks, scarcely able to breath for the loveliness and the pure joy of the sounds. Thank you for the poem. I’m with Tammy and cackle with delight every time I read about God calling her “sweet cakes.” She does that sometimes.

  • Kimberly

    Ah, this is quite lovely, an catches my heart and imagination. Thank you!

  • Padma

    I so missed poetry Wednesday’s and am soooooo glad it’s back.
    Question Patti, can you suggest where to find poems to copy by hand – I like to continue that practice.

  • beautiful. I didn’t know about poetry Wednesday now I have something to look forward to

  • Susan Wirth Fusco

    You are so insightful: “You just have to be a human being who holds words in your mouth for a moment.” Yes indeed, the healing power of poetry is different for everyone, since a poem’s meaning is different for every reader or listener. My second thesis: “The Poetics of Time, Space, Distance, and Relation: The Healing Wellspring of Words off the Page” Susan Wirth Fusco

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