Listen to Sarah McCartt-Jackson read “Borrow”
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“I was contemplating our relationship to the land, particularly what it means to conserve or preserve ‘public’ lands as a kind of wilderness that both does and does not remain.”

—Sarah McCartt-Jackson
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I look at my own body
With eyes no longer blind —
And I see that my own hands can make
The world that’s in my mind.

—Langston Hughes

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We borrow from the land what we can but cannot
return to it: bluestem, coneflower, boneset, broomcorn,
a ring-necked pheasant tied to a pole, a flat stretch of land
we strip and tar and pave [. . .]

––Sarah McCartt-Jackson
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This is how I meet 
ancestors for the first time, heroes
this country decorates in clownish sombreros 
and fake mustaches, dishonors for fighting 
European empire on shared American land

—Xochitl-Julisa Bermejo

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So all they have left is the drifting
dinghy of their hearts
the castaway’s jagged rocks

—Mikeas Sánchez, translated by Wendy Call and Shook

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Read today's #PoemADay : “Nachum: Spring Songs” by Moses ibn Ezra

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Today’s reality
in yesterday’s precise and fine
                                     detail

—Mari Evans

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Listen to “Nachum: Spring Songs” by Moses ibn Ezra
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“[Ibn Ezra] view [is] that, in addition to being the ultimate rhetorical ornament, metaphor is a figure of speech that requires rational examination to unlock its meaning, [. . .].”

––Dianna Lynn Roberts-Zauderer
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I will no longer lightly walk behind
a one of you who fear me:
                                     Be afraid.

—June Jordan

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Oh come again, to those who wait thee long,
And who will greet thee with a choral song! 
Beloved, kindle bright 
Once more thine everlasting light. 

––Moses ibn Ezra
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You’ve lost your soul again. Go back
to the window. Note the crocus
defying expectations

—Joy Ladin

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No sunburnt tourists, no convertibles on Kalākaua Ave.
not even a leathery beach boy to survey the shoreline.

—Christy Passion

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Read today's #PoemADay : “He Mea Māloʻeloʻe #3” by Donovan Kūhiō Colleps
DKC

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I’ve taken up the craft,
so I can weave
traditions
into the palms of my children.

—Arielle Taitano Lowe

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When the terror and tumult of hate shall cease
And life be refashioned on anvils of peace,

—Sarojini Naidu

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Listen to Donovan Kūhiō Colleps read “He Mea Māloʻeloʻe #3”
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“This poem is a daydream from a longer sequence inspired by a handwritten moʻokūʻauhau, or genealogy, found in my great-grandfather’s journals.”

—Donovan Kūhiō Colleps
DKC
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Red-handed, I leave the field.

—May Swenson, former Academy Chancellor

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