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227th Virtual Poetry Circle

Welcome to the 227th Virtual Poetry Circle!

Remember, this is just for fun and is not meant to be stressful.

Keep in mind what Molly Peacock’s books suggested. Look at a line, a stanza, sentences, and images; describe what you like or don’t like; and offer an opinion. If you missed my review of her book, check it out here.

Also, sign up for the 2013 Dive Into Poetry Challenge because its simple; you only need to read 1 book of poetry. Check out the stops on the 2013 National Poetry Month Blog Tour and the 2012 National Poetry Month Blog Tour.

Today’s poem is from Naomi Shihab Nye from Words Under the Words: Selected Poems:

Two Countries

Skin remembers how long the years grow
when skin is not touched, a gray tunnel
of singleness, feather lost from the tail
of a bird, swirling onto a step,
swept away by someone who never saw
it was a feather. Skin ate, walked,
slept by itself, knew how to raise a
see-you-later hand. But skin felt
it was never seen, never known as
a land on the map, nose like a city,
hip like a city, gleaming dome of the mosque
and the hundred corridors of cinnamon and rope.

Skin had hope, that's what skin does.
Heals over the scarred place, makes a road.
Love means you breathe in two countries.
And skin remembers--silk, spiny grass,
deep in the pocket that is skin's secret own.
Even now, when skin is not alone,
it remembers being alone and thanks something larger
that there are travelers, that people go places
larger than themselves.

What do you think?

  • I liked this poem, too, especially the idea of skin remembering.

    • yes, I thought that was pretty unique!

  • Beth Hoffman

    This is a wonderful poem. I found myself thinking about all the scars I’ve gathered throughout my life. One in particular is a narrow white stripe on my wrist. I bumped against a hot oven rack on a Thanksgiving day many years ago — the last I shared with my dad. Whenever I look at that scar, I think of him — of how much I miss him.

    • Beth, it’s amazing how the smallest thing can bring up a memory.