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Poem for Sunday and Passover Again


Maggid
By Marge Piercy

The courage to let go of the door, the handle.
The courage to shed the familiar walls whose very
stains and leaks are comfortable as the little moles
of the upper arm; stains that recall a feast,
a child’s naughtiness, a loud blattering storm
that slapped the roof hard, pouring through.
The courage to abandon the graves dug into the hill,
the small bones of children and the brittle bones
of the old whose marrow hunger had stolen;
the courage to desert the tree planted and only
begun to bear; the riverside where promises were
shaped; the street where their empty pots were broken.
The courage to leave the place whose language you learned
as early as your own, whose customs however dan-
gerous or demeaning, bind you like a halter
you have learned to pull inside, to move your load;
the land fertile with the blood spilled on it;
the roads mapped and annotated for survival.
The courage to walk out of the pain that is known
into the pain that cannot be imagined,
mapless, walking into the wilderness, going
barefoot with a canteen into the desert;
stuffed in the stinking hold of a rotting ship
sailing off the map into dragons’ mouths,
Cathay, India, Siberia, goldeneh medina
leaving bodies by the way like abandoned treasure.
So they walked out of Egypt. So they bribed their way
out of Russia under loads of straw; so they steamed
out of the bloody smoking charnelhouse of Europe
on overloaded freighters forbidden all ports—
out of pain into death or freedom or a different
painful dignity, into squalor and politics.
We Jews are all born of wanderers, with shoes
under our pillows and a memory of blood that is ours
raining down. We honor only those Jews who changed
tonight, those who chose the desert over bondage,
who walked into the strange and became strangers
and gave birth to children who could look down
on them standing on their shoulders for having
been slaves. We honor those who let go of every-
thing but freedom, who ran, who revolted, who fought,
who became other by saving themselves.

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Saturday was a bit cooler than Friday yet still beautiful out, sunny and breezy. We went to Brookside Gardens on the way to pick up Adam and Christine. There's a display of spring blooms in the conservatory and lots of spring flowers outside -- daffodils, snowdrops, periwinkles, hellebores, the first hyacinths -- plus many robins, some Canada geese, and lots of turtles, including a huge snapper in the big pond!

After stopping in College Park, we went to my mom and dad's house for the second Seder, where we met Paul's parents and my parents' friends. The food was wonderful (carrot souffle tonight in addition to faux chicken soup and potato pancakes, plus chocolate roll and chocolate covered macaroons), and Wisconsin beat Kentucky! Now we're watching Life of Brian. Here are few Passover and two garden photos:











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