Let’s kick off National Poetry Month with this quiet yet powerful Muriel Rukeyser (1913-1980) poem that I’ve been reading over and over since I first encountered it last week.
The world is full of loss; bring, wind, my love,
my home is where we make our meeting-place,
and love whatever I shall touch and read
within that face.
Lift, wind, my exile from my eyes;
peace to look, life to listen and confess,
freedom to find to find to find