Thursday, November 14, 2024

Poetry Friday: "Any Common Desolation" by Ellen Bass (and I'm hosting)


I've been quiet here lately but I'm popping in to host Poetry Friday this week, and to share this beauty by Ellen Bass. This poem spoke to me, especially after the results of the election, and I hope it might speak to you too. 

Hug each other, stand for what is right and good, and keep creating and embracing beauty. 

And one other note on hope: Go listen to Dolores Huerta on Julia Louis Dreyfus's podcast, "Wiser Than Me.


Any Common Desolation
by Ellen Bass

can be enough to make you look up
at the yellowed leaves of the apple tree, the few
that survived the rains and frost, shot
with late afternoon sun. They glow a deep
orange-gold against a blue so sheer, a single bird
would rip it like silk. You may have to break
your heart, but it isn’t nothing
to know even one moment alive. The sound
of an oar in an oarlock or a ruminant
animal tearing grass. The smell of grated ginger.
....
(Read the rest here, at Poets.org.) 

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38 comments:

Robyn Hood Black said...

What a poem, Karen - thank you for sharing. "the big dipper pouring night down over you" is an image that will stay with me. Sending hugs your way, and to us all... I didn't get a post up this week (Etsy orders!) but will leave a signpost.

Tabatha said...

Stunning : "a blue so sheer, a single bird/
would rip it like silk' and the line that Robyn mentioned. Thanks for hosting, hon!

Linda Mitchell said...

This poem is such a beauty...that sheer blue like silk. My goodness. Thank you for hosting this week. I'm so glad to be here with you and the gang.

laurasalas said...

I feel drenched in that poem, Karen--thank you. And thanks for hosting!

Marcie Flinchum Atkins said...

Wow! What a poem! Thank you for sharing.

Alan j Wright said...

Ellen Bass's poem lands with some powerful reminders to seek answers within the restorative powers of the world around you. Celebrating and appreciating simple pleasures when the wider world is delivering turmoil delivers an essential balm. I can see why you chose this poem, Karen. It is most appropriate for these disturbing times.

Karen Edmisten said...

Yay for Etsy orders keeping you busy, Robyn!

Karen Edmisten said...

My pleasure, Tabatha. Poetry is healing. :)

Karen Edmisten said...

Me too, Linda. xo

Karen Edmisten said...

"Drenched" in it — I love that, Laura.

Karen Edmisten said...

It's quite a poem!

Karen Edmisten said...

I agree, Alan. This one reminds me of Wendell Berry's "The Peace of Wild Things" in that way.

Matt Forrest Esenwine said...

A powerful poem, as others have said - and exactly the poem we need right now. Thanks for sharing, Karen, and for hosting!

jama said...

Stunning poem, much needed this week. Hold onto beauty, never lose hope. Thanks for hosting this week!

TraceyKJ said...

Such vivid imagery! Sometimes it does feel like the big dipper pouring night down over us. Thank you for hosting, Karen! I can't wait to finish listening to the episode of Wiser than Me that you shared.

Linda B said...

Thank you, Karen, I need that "blue so sheer' and we are lucky to have it often here in Colorado! I appreciate that you have shared Bass' wisdom here at the end of another challenging week. Many thanks for hosting!

Michelle Kogan said...

Color leaves me breathless often too, thanks for sharing this rich poem and for hosting the Roundup!

Rose Cappelli said...

Thanks for the beautiful poem, Karen, and for hosting. Ellen Bass's images are powerful. I found myself reading and rereading just to let everything sink in.

Irene Latham said...

Gorgeous. Ellen Bass does not disappoint! And I am excited to tune into the wisdom-givers on Julia Louis-Dreyfus's podcast. Thank you, Karen! xo

Patricia Franz said...

Yes, it does console, Karen. You are such a resource for poetic wisdom. Thank you.

Bookseedstudio/Jan said...

Karen, you are so lovely to us to share this Ellen Bass poem. My breath caught near the end, of her loving piece, about the Big Dipper, as last night the sky gave us broad glow of the full moon on the neighborhood night walk my hubby & I took. And it caught my breath. Appreciations for hosting & glad you are being kind to yourself.

Carol Coven Grannick said...

I love this poem, and as always, it is perfect for this, or any, morning. "You may have to break your heart, but it isn't nothing...." Mmmm. Yes.

Carol Varsalona said...

Karen, thanks for hosting and for sending a powerful poem to us in this mixed-up time. This line resonants with me: "everything you dread, all you can’t bear, dissolves". Being in our community always brings a sense of peace and calm.

Mary Lee said...

I am totally on the same wavelength this week! Thank you for hosting and for this new-to-me Ellen Bass. I'll print it and hang it up with The Peace of Wild Things and Ada Limon's Instructions on Not Giving Up. What a gift this community is...

Karen Edmisten said...

Thanks, Matt! Enjoy NCTE!

Karen Edmisten said...

Jama, yes, never lose hope.

Karen Edmisten said...

Tracey, have you listened to any other episodes? I've been listening since her first season, and I love the podcast. So much wisdom!

Karen Edmisten said...

We all need that "blue so sheer," don't we? xo

Karen Edmisten said...

Michelle, happy to host and share the richness!

Karen Edmisten said...

Rose, it's definitely worth multiple reads!

Karen Edmisten said...

Irene, I agree, Bass never disappoints. Enjoy the podcast! I've been listening since Season 1 and love it.

Karen Edmisten said...

You're so kind, Patricia! xo

Karen Edmisten said...

Jan, on a less romantic note than your walk, I took the trash out last night and was also struck by the gorgeous moon. :) Small consolations that feel enormous. ❤️

Karen Edmisten said...

Carol, I love that line, too!

Karen Edmisten said...

Carol V., this community is indeed a gift.

Karen Edmisten said...

Mary Lee, yes, I almost posted the Berry poem too. :) Ada Limon's is also so good. Yes to the gifts!

Jone said...

Thank you for hosting. this poem is going into my mentor poem book. Had me at the smell of grated ginger.

Karen Edmisten said...

Jone, it's definitely a keeper!