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Poetry by Alison Luterman: ‘I Confess’

Braided Hair

About a decade ago, I found this poem and wrote it down to tuck it into my old poetry book (where I’ve stored scraps of poetry since I was a child). Since I’ve recently re-discovered it, I wanted to share it with you.

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I Confess
by Alison Luterman

I stalked her
in the grocery store: her crown
of snowy braids held in place by a great silver clip,
her erect bearing, radiating tenderness,
the way she placed yogurt and avocadoes in her basket,
beaming peach like the North Star.
I wanted to ask “What aisle did you find
your serenity in, do you know
how to be married for fifty years, or how to live alone,
excuse me for interrupting, but you seem to possess
some knowledge that makes the earth burn and turn on its axis—”
but we don’t request such things from strangers
nowadays. So I said, “I love your hair.”

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All in Your Thinking

Autumn Leaves

In one of my old books of poetry, I found some golden autumn leaves pressed carefully into a page. This was the poem on that page. Although the words aren’t quite addressing a little girl, I remember liking the poem when I was a kid. And so, I’m sharing (as formatted in the book):

‘Thinking’ (or) ‘The Man Who Thinks He Can’ by Walter D. Wintle

If you think you are beaten, you are;
If you think you dare not, you don’t.
If you’d like to win, but think you can’t
It’s almost a cinch you won’t.
If you think you’ll lose, you’ve lost,
For out in the world we find
Success being with a fellow’s will;
It’s all in the state of mind.

If you think you’re outclassed, you are:
You’ve got to think high to rise.
You’ve got to be sure of yourself before
You can ever win a prize.
Life’s battles don’t always go
To the stronger or faster man,
But soon or late the man who wins
Is the one who thinks he can.

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Purple Cow

Purple Cow by Karen Gadient, 2014

Purple Cow. Slightly inspired by Purple Cow poem, but mostly created because cows are awesome and I love the color purple. Moo.

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A Poison Tree

Poison Tree by Karen Gadient

I thought I’d share another poem. I carried a handwritten version of this one in my purse throughout high school (like most teenagers, I was angsty). I still have the original paper, more than twenty years on, but in a keepsake box.

A Poison Tree by William Blake

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright;
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine.

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

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Blues Cat

Blues Cat by Karen Gadient, 2014

Blues Cat. Cat in a cool mood.

I’ve been surrounded by cats since I shared a playpen with one and I couldn’t imagine my house without a cat or two. One of my favorite childhood poems:

Cats sleep anywhere, any table, any chair.
Top of piano, window-ledge, in the middle, on the edge.
Open drawer, empty shoe, anybody’s lap will do.
Fitted in a cardboard box, in the cupboard with your frocks.
Anywhere! They don’t care! Cats sleep anywhere.
― Eleanor Farjeon

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The Candle a Saint

Candle Saint by Karen Gadient

Many of you know that I’m fond of poetry, as many of you are poets. I figured it was about time to share a favorite poem or two. And so:

The Candle a Saint by Wallace Stevens

Green is the night, green kindled and apparelled.
It is she that walks among astronomers.

She strides above the rabbit and the cat,
Like a noble figure, out of the sky,

Moving among the sleepers, the men,
Those that lie chanting green is the night.

Green is the night and out of madness woven,
The self-same madness of the astronomers

And of him that sees, beyond the astronomers,
The topaz rabbit and the emerald cat,

That sees above them, that sees rise up above them,
The noble figure, the essential shadow,

Moving and being, the image at its source,
The abstract, the archaic queen. Green is the night.

For me, this poem evokes darkness and stars, candlelight and souls, and perhaps even goddesses among scientists. 🙂

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