Live Virtual Group Session: 12PM EDT September 27th 2024

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For this session we read a poem For What Binds Us” by Jane Hirshfield, posted below.

Our prompt was: Write about a small triumph.

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For What Binds Us by Jane Hirshfield

There are names for what binds us:
strong forces, weak forces.
Look around, you can see them:
the skin that forms in a half-empty cup,
nails rusting into the places they join,
joints dovetailed on their own weight.
The way things stay so solidly
wherever they've been set down—
and gravity, scientists say, is weak.

And see how the flesh grows back
across a wound, with a great vehemence,
more strong
than the simple, untested surface before.
There's a name for it on horses,
when it comes back darker and raised: proud flesh,

as all flesh,
is proud of its wounds, wears them
as honors given out after battle,
small triumphs pinned to the chest—

And when two people have loved each other
see how it is like a
scar between their bodies,
stronger, darker, and proud;
how the black cord makes of them a single fabric
that nothing can tear or mend.

Copyright Credit: Jane Hirshfield, "For What Binds Us" from Of Gravity & Angels. Copyright © 1988 by Jane Hirshfield and reprinted by permission of Wesleyan University Press.
Source: Of Gravity & Angels (Wesleyan University Press, 1988)

3 thoughts on “Live Virtual Group Session: 12PM EDT September 27th 2024

  1. Jennifer Lee's avatar Jennifer Lee

    When you don’t look like your parts and the screws in your side are stabbing into your ribs, people get to asking who you take after. Mom, with nails bitten down to half crescents, bandages buried somewhere deep in the closet. Or dad, whose heart leaks every Chuseok with the bottle of sake in the cupboard you used to climb the counter to get candy from. Hidden colours. Out of sight out of mind and it’s a sweet treat to see the becoming. The skin of everything you are and will be embracing you until your fingers are the blue of sugar spun beyond self.  

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  2. michele348's avatar michele348

    About a small triumph~~~

    I look about my body and mind,realizing it is marked with the scars ofliving a life head-on.

    My weary body, at times, has revoltedrequiring repairs from outside forces.Those once-red lines that bled my lifebloodhave since healed over,forming white, scarred tissues of flesh,as strong as the original it replaced,but devoid of the emotions brought by touch.

    They are each a badge of courage for me…a crisis faced; a crisis conquered.

    Those injuries to the mind and heartare slower to heal,but yet, it is important to continue onwith the act of living.

    Eventually, the heart heals, the mind healsall in their own time,allowing me to face the battles that yet await me.

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