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Today I received the final version of the cover for my upcoming poetry book,  A Question of Mortality.  The book goes to the printer tomorrow.  I kept staring at it the way mothers stare at their newborns--a combination of awe and disbelief. This,  my first published collection of poems, is really happening. In a week or so, I will hold the book in my hands. Will I be inclined to swaddle it in a flannel receiving blanket and cuddle it close to my heart?  Probably not, but there is no other feeling besides new motherhood that comes as close to the one I have now.   

I have been reading and writing poetry since childhood. I've published poems in small literary journals and anthologies for more than thirty years. And I can't remember a time when poetry wasn't a part of my life. The only book I owned as a little girl was,  A Child's Garden of Verses by Robert Louis Stevenson.  At ten, I could recite every poem from memory. 

Poetry has helped me find meaning in the world--helped me to make sense of what often felt senseless. It slows me down and makes me think. May Sarton believed that the only way we can grow up is by thinking. If that's the case, then poetry helped me to grow up.  It carried me through the grief of a dead mother early in both our lives, and the devastating deaths of three brothers. It helped me find words to describe my love for my children and grandchildren. Words that gave me hope. In many ways,  poetry saved me. 

If I were trapped on a desert island with only one book,  I would want that book to be an anthology of the world's best poems.  

For now, trapped nowhere except in my writing room, I want to take a moment to rejoice, to welcome my little poet child into the world.  May she find a home here. May she slow readers down and make them think. May she bring some insights, solace, redemption and joy to those who read her.

 


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Jude Bunner
04/29/2014 5:21pm

Well this is long overdue! I am beyond happy for you and SO excited to go to the book signing. May the world enjoy your baby.

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04/30/2014 7:51am

Thanks, Jude. You know better than most what this means to me.

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Martha Ragland
05/05/2014 10:00am

Hooray! Hooray!

Bring out the marching band!

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03/12/2015 9:59pm

Lovely post share. I like your post.

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11/09/2015 5:05am

World is very important for the people of the country without the world the people cannot able to live in this universe. People should live happily and peacefully in the country.

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Barry
03/20/2016 2:41pm

The inspirational title for this book brings compel me to share Virginia Woolf’s well echoed comment that: “I meant to write about death, only life came breaking in as usual”

May Sarton writes like you do in that you both, in your courageously authentic prose and poetry, challenge us: “We have to dare to be ourselves, however frightening or strange that self may prove to be.”

Many of would agree on that anthology of poetry but many might also want a companion book on philosophy and another on great religions. Regardless, your well-read author, Robert Louis Stevenson, has captured the goal of collective temporal life in: “To be what we are, and to become what we are capable of becoming, is the only end of life.”

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03/08/2017 8:53pm

Am very impressed to read the details of upcoming poetry book. The poetess has its own style and she writes very sweet poetry, I like her poetry. Good article having brief introduction of the poetess. Loved reading it, thanks for sharing

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