It was my aim to read Alice Walker on Feb. 9th, as it was her birthday. But I kept looking and thinking and having so much of so many of her work, that I felt it better to wait for another day.
What I did was to read Wislawa Szmborska, the polish poet who died earlier this month. What a jewel! She won the 1996 Nobel prize for literature, and has an amazing gift with word. I am always surprised with joy to discover those from other places that I was oblivious to because of my limited language.
from her poem Born:
So this is his mother.
This small woman.
The gray-eyed procreator.
The boat in which, years ago,
he sailed to shore.
The boat from which he stepped
into the world,
into un-eternity.
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I am still looking for what to do next week.
Next Tuesday is the 10 year anniversary of WRFR, so come stop by.
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