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Thursday, April 09, 2009

the whole house seems to be thinking...

esperanza's speech team won its section, so her picture will be immortalized in the school's display cases -- just like that of her tie-dyed brother. she competes in poetry, weaving together different inmate writings and delivering them with respect, understanding, and intensity.

i love to see my kids performing or competing, but there's really nothing better than observing them writing in a quiet house, late at night. tor pecks away fiercely, hunched at the computer, while esperanza is more prone to a comfortable chair, paper, and pencil. here's a poem on the subject from richard wilbur:

The Writer

In her room at the prow of the house
Where light breaks, and the windows are tossed with linden,
My daughter is writing a story.

I pause in the stairwell, hearing
From her shut door a commotion of typewriter-keys
Like a chain hauled over a gunwale.

Young as she is, the stuff
Of her life is a great cargo, and some of it heavy:
I wish her a lucky passage.

But now it is she who pauses,
As if to reject my thought and its easy figure.
A stillness greatens, in which

The whole house seems to be thinking,
And then she is at it again with a bunched clamor
Of strokes, and again is silent.

I remember the dazed starling
Which was trapped in that very room, two years ago;
How we stole in, lifted a sash

And retreated, not to affright it;
And how for a helpless hour, through the crack of the door,
We watched the sleek, wild, dark

And iridescent creature
Batter against the brilliance, drop like a glove
To the hard floor, or the desk-top,

And wait then, humped and bloody,
For the wits to try it again; and how our spirits
Rose when, suddenly sure,

It lifted off from a chair-back,
Beating a smooth course for the right window
And clearing the sill of the world.

It is always a matter, my darling,
Of life or death, as I had forgotten. I wish
What I wished you before, but harder.

1 Comments:

At 10:51 AM, Blogger timna said...

thanks. what a perfect poem for these days of deciding for the seniors.

my daughter's also on that team, but I didn't know to look for the picture at the school.

 

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