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Poem for Tuesday and Thor Birthday Card

New Year Poem
By May Sarton

Let us step outside for a moment
As the sun breaks through clouds
And shines on wet new fallen snow,
And breathe the new air.
So much has died that had to die this year.

We are dying away from things.
It is a necessity—we have to do it
Or we shall be buried under the magazines,
The too many clothes, the too much food.
We have dragged it all around
Like dung beetles
Who drag piles of dung
Behind them on which to feed,
In which to lay their eggs.

Let us step outside for a moment
Among ocean, clouds, a white field,
Islands floating in the distance.
They have always been there.
But we have not been there.

We are going to drive slowly
And see the small poor farms,
The lovely shapes of leafless trees
Their shadows blue on the snow.
We are going to learn the sharp edge
Of perception after a day’s fast.

There is nothing to fear.
About this revolution…
Though it will change our minds.
Aggression, violence, machismo
Are fading from us
Like old photographs
Faintly ridiculous
(Did a man actually step like a goose
To instill fear?
Does a boy have to kill
To become a man?)

Already there are signs.
Young people plant gardens.
Fathers change their babies’ diapers
And are learning to cook.

Let us step outside for a moment.
It is all there
Only we have been slow to arrive
At a way of seeing it.
Unless the gentle inherit the earth
There will be no earth.


After a couple of early morning phone calls catching up with friends, I spent my birthday with Cheryl, who brought me DVDs and action figures and took me out for Indian food in between viewings of Austenland (more fun and less fangirl-mocking than I expected) and Midnight in Paris (because of Tom Hiddleston as Fitzgerald, and I'm afraid I made snide comments throughout).

Then we met Paul at the mall to see Darkest Hour, which I loved -- some historical inaccuracies and some scripted hyperbole but it's Churchill and George VI just before Dunkirk and Gary Oldman (whom I don't always love) gives a phenomenal performance. After the movie we went to Tara Thai for dinner. Paul gave me some DVDs plus Star Wars and crab-themed jewelry and drew me this!



We have spent the latter part of the evening watching the New England-Miami game, which has not made my husband or in-laws happy nor I'm sure my father as well. Maddy gave me a pair of penguin fuzzy socks, I talked briefly to Daniel, and Adam posted an incriminating video of me to Facebook, which is about the best one can hope for from one's college age offspring, so it's all good!

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