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In honor of National Poetry Month, today’s post is a poem courtesy of American Life in Poetry.
Introduction by Kwame Dawes: Sometimes a poem achieves its beauty by a certain fixation on a small detail that is not burdened with the need to be “important”. Here, in “Oolong”, Adrienne Su creates her own tea ritual, a meditative moment to reflect on the ordinary, the quotidian. Tea and the drinking of tea, treated to such careful study, become a way to think of life as it moves from strong to weak and back again.
Oolong
From strong to weak, a single cup
can carry me from waking up
to the mild hush of the bedtime snack.
Fresh hot water brings it back
from depletion, or threat of such.
What ancient genius gained so much
from roasting pieces of a shrub?
I watch it change, as daylight flags,
from strong to weak,
ending with the faded touch
of flavor that was once robust.
faintness helps the mind relax,
but part of me remains perplexed
that every day unfurls as it must,
from strong to weak.
American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry
Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also
supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln.
Poem copyright ©2021 by Adrienne Su, “Oolong” from Peach State, (University of
Pittsburgh Press, 2021) Poem reprinted by permission of the author and the
publisher. Introduction copyright ©2021 by The Poetry Foundation. The
introduction's author, Kwame Dawes, is George W. Holmes Professor of English
and Glenna Luschei Editor of Prairie Schooner at the University of Nebraska.
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| New property--Tank is on the left |
The barn where I board recently moved to a larger property a
few miles away from the original location. It’s a couple of minutes farther
from my house, but the main road leading there is a straight highway with light
enough traffic that I can use cruise control most days.
This is my version of a commute.
An unexpected simple pleasure
I’ve spent 18 years driving back and forth to barns, and to my surprise, these drives have become simple pleasures in and of themselves. I generally don’t enjoy driving, but this road is so well known to me that it’s not stressful to drive it. There’s not a lot of traffic, I won’t get lost, or have no place to park when I arrive at my destination. I’m going somewhere I love.
I listen to music or an audio book, and watch the sky,
admiring the clouds (or wondering if it’ll rain), and looking for rainbows.
My mind sometimes gets busy when I slide behind the steering
wheel, but it becomes especially active when I drive to the barn. It’s like all
the thoughts I’ve been holding at bay while otherwise occupied flood my mind
when my guard is down. This can be both good and bad.
I often think over problems I’d like to solve, or ponder a tricky
passage of writing. Sometimes it’s more like asking my subconscious mind to get
to work while I’m at the barn and completely absorbed—“Here’s the problem, get
back to me with the answer!” Sometimes the break produces solutions, sometimes
not.
Somehow, driving amplifies my emotions. During hard times I’ve
pulled to the side of the road to cry. During happier ones, I’ve joyfully belted
out show tunes and other favorites, singing along to the radio or to some of my
collected music. I often feel gratitude while driving—for the privilege of
having my horse, and lately for having a reliable vehicle and money for gas.
“What’s Next Syndrome”
In the rest of my life, I’m often in a hurry, and want to Be
There Already. I suffer from “What’s Next Syndrome,” always impatient to go on
to what’s next instead of embracing now. In the car, I’m in my own
private world—no one can ask me questions or make demands. There’s nothing for
me to do except what I’m already doing: driving. (See my essay “Driving I-5 in the USA” for similar reflections.) That 12-minute drive to and from the barn allows me to transition from work to play and back again, and I’m letting myself enjoy it!
What’s an unexpected thing in your life that makes you
happy?
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April is National Poetry Month in the U.S., and almost every year I write a blog post to promote it. Why? Because since my teens, reading poetry has brought both happiness and solace—a simple pleasure I like to share here on Catching Happiness.
And also I need the reminder to include more poetry in my
reading life. I usually read one or two books of poetry each year, and I still
subscribe to a weekly email from American Life in Poetry (see link below), but
National Poetry Month reminds me to read more.
For the poetry curious
If you’re curious about poetry, or would like to get back to
reading it, here are a few easy ways to get started:
Sign up for Poem-a-Day here.
If a poem a day is too much, subscribe to American Life in
Poetry’s once-a-week poem newsletter.
Listen to the Poetry Foundation’s Poetry Off the Shelf
podcast.
Enjoy some Spring Poems—classic and contemporary poems to
celebrate the advent of spring.
Author and blogger Modern Mrs. Darcy (Anne Bogel) has written several posts on poetry, including this one. You might also enjoy hearing her discussion of poetry with her friend and poet Dave Harrity on Episode 75 of What Should I Read Next?
Check my post “It’s National Poetry Month—No Foolin’” for links to apps and other poetry resources.
And for anyone whose interest in the art and culture of Ukraine has been piqued, here are two poets whose work I’ve recently come across: Ilya Kaminsky (“That Map of Bone and Opened Valves”) and Serhiy Zhadan (read two of his poems here).
If you’re a poetry lover, what are your favorite ways to experience poetry?
