And we've got Hope! To celebrate National Poetry Month, several of us are sharing poetry with you on Thursdays in April. Today's topic is about something we can all use more of, wherever and whenever we can find it - Hope.
You are not fifteen, or twelve, or seventeen—
You are a hundred wild centuries
And fifteen, bringing with you
In every breath and in every step
Everyone who has come before you,
All the yous that you have been,
The mothers of your mother,
The fathers of your father.
If someone in your family tree was trouble,
A hundred were not:
The bad do not win—not finally,
No matter how loud they are.
We simply would not be here
If that were so.
You are made, fundamentally, from the good.
With this knowledge, you never march alone.
You are the breaking news of the century.
You are the good who has come forward
Through it all, even if so many days
Feel otherwise. But think:
When you as a child learned to speak,
It’s not that you didn’t know words—
It’s that, from the centuries, you knew so many,
And it’s hard to choose the words that will be your own.
From those centuries we human beings bring with us
The simple solutions and songs,
The river bridges and star charts and song harmonies
All in service to a simple idea:
That we can make a house called tomorrow.
What we bring, finally, into the new day, every day,
Is ourselves. And that’s all we need
To start. That’s everything we require to keep going.
Look back only for as long as you must,
Then go forward into the history you will make.
Be good, then better. Write books. Cure disease.
Make us proud. Make yourself proud.
And those who came before you? When you hear thunder,
Hear it as their applause.
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Rios, Alberto. "A House called Tomorrow." Not Go Far Away Is My Name, Copper Canyon Press, 2020.
You can read more about the poet here.
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Be sure to check in with Kym, Kat, Sarah, and Vera (there is a linkup below) for more poetry full of hope today, and join us next Thursday for more poems in celebration of National Poetry Month. (And remember that any time is good for poetry, not just Thursdays in April!)
This gave me chills, Bonny! "Look back only for as long as you must, Then go forward into the history you will make." Amen, Mr. Rios, Amen! (and the ancestor thunder is loud this morning!)
ReplyDeleteOh, Bonny. What a beautiful poem -- and a perfect way to begin National Poetry Month. I love these words . . . "that we can make a house called tomorrow. What we bring, finally, into the new day, every day, is ourselves." That line is going to stick with me. XO
ReplyDeleteThis is just fantastic -- so perfect for this moment!
ReplyDeletePerfect poem for today's news.
ReplyDelete"The bad do not win—not finally,
No matter how loud they are."
Thank you
Lovely poem, Bonny, and very hopeful. The ancestors were very excited down my way last night!
ReplyDeleteI just did a meditation yesterday on loving kindness and thinking about those before us who have shaped us even though we do not know them, and to be grateful to them. This poem echoes that meditation!
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