Wednesday Poetry Break

I missed hearing The Writer’s Almanac this morning, but later I very much enjoyed reading the poem that Garrison Keillor shared this morning. It’s one of those little gems that bears re-reading, and pondering some more. Enjoy!

Amor Fati

Everywhere I look I see my fate.
In the subway. In a stone.
On the curb where people wait for the bus in the rain.
In a cloud. In a glass of wine.

When I go for a walk in the park it’s a sycamore leaf.
At the office, a dull pencil.
In the window of Woolworth’s my fate looks back at me
through the shrewd eyes of a dusty parakeet.

Scrap of newspaper, dime in a handful of change,
down what busy street do you hurry this morning,
an overcoat among overcoats,

with a train to catch, a datebook full of appointments?
If I called you by my name would you turn around
or vanish round the corner,
leaving a faint odor of orange-flower water,
tobacco, twilight, snow?

— Katha Pollitt

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