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The Fifth Season Poetry


What the Heart Cannot Forget

by Joyce Sutphen


Everything remembers something. The rock, its fiery bed,

cooling and fissuring into cracked pieces, the rub

of watery fingers along its edge.


The cloud remembers being elephant, camel, giraffe,

remembers being a veil over the face of the sun,

gathering itself together for the fall.


The turtle remembers the sea, sliding over and under

its belly, remembers legs like wings, escaping down

the sand under the beaks of savage birds.


The tree remembers the story of each ring, the years

of drought, the floods, the way things came

walking slowly towards it long ago.


And the skin remembers its scars, and the bone aches

where it was broken. The feet remember the dance,

and the arms remember lifting up the child.


The heart remembers everything it loved and gave away,

everything it lost and found again, and everyone

it loved, the heart cannot forget.

The Peace of Wild Things by Wendell Berry

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's

lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief.

I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

Image by Gabriele Motter
Image by Taylor Leopold

For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream. Vincent Van Gogh

There is a road




When you see

the two sides

of it

closing together

at that far horizon


and deep in the foundations

of your own



at exactly

the same time,


that’s how you know

it’s the road you have to follow.



how you know.


It’s just beyond




where you

need to be.


 - David Whyte

Remember ~ Joy Harjo


Remember the sky that you were born under, know each of the star's stories.
Remember the moon, know who she is.
Remember the sun's birth at dawn, that is the strongest point of time. Remember sundown and the giving away to night.
Remember your birth, how your mother struggled to give you form and breath. You are evidence of her life, and her mother's, and hers.
Remember your father. He is your life, also.
Remember the earth whose skin you are: red earth, black earth, yellow earth, white earth brown earth, we are earth.
Remember the plants, trees, animal life who all have their tribes, their families, their histories, too. Talk to them, listen to them. They are alive poems.
Remember the wind. Remember her voice. She knows the origin of this universe.
Remember you are all people and all people are you.
Remember you are this universe and this universe is you.
Remember all is in motion, is growing, is you.
Remember language comes from this.
Remember the dance language is, that life is.

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