{"id":91081,"date":"2021-06-27T04:06:56","date_gmt":"2021-06-27T08:06:56","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=91081"},"modified":"2021-06-27T04:08:51","modified_gmt":"2021-06-27T08:08:51","slug":"hour-19-a-self-portrait-after-adam-zagajewski","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/hour-19-a-self-portrait-after-adam-zagajewski\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 19 – A Self Portrait After Adam Zagajewski"},"content":{"rendered":"

A Self Portrait<\/strong><\/p>\n

After Adam Zagajewski<\/a> – The frame I used is from his poem, and I have put them in italics.<\/em>
\n
\nBetween<\/em> my cell phone, the kitchen, and my love seat
\nhalf my day passes.<\/em> It is well past half a century.<\/em>
\nI live in<\/em> a land where Arabic is the language of
\nmusic and the streets.
\nI listen<\/em> to the language’s songs, even though
\nI only catch an occasional meaning in the volley around me.
\nI see<\/em> two sides battling for my inner life.
\nI read<\/em> stories about faith and hope and life and love and I am nurtured.
\nI like to<\/em> write poems and letters and blog posts that no one reads.
\nBeside me<\/em> is my partner, faithful and true.
\nI’m no longer<\/em> able to make my mark here, but I have passed the torch
\nand I am content and at peace.
\nI like<\/em> a listening ear
\nand spicy milk tea.
\nSometimes <\/em>at the sea, the miniscule waves speak to me<\/em> and I am comforted.
\nI love <\/em>working with children as they learn, create, and find their voices.
\nEvery<\/em> Friday I eat baked salmon and have a day of rest.
\nI am not unaware of my privilege.<\/p>\n

I’m truly not a child of the moon,
\nof which Mick Jagger sang,
\nbut a child of<\/em> the Son,
\nand not all the<\/em> plans God has for me
\nare met in this life that\u2014so far\u2014
\n<\/em>still belongs to me.<\/em><\/p>\n

\n

My country freed itself from one evil. I wish<\/em>
\nanother liberation would follow.<\/em>
\nCould I help in this? I don’t know.<\/em>
\n~Adam Zagajewski<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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