A tree covered with burls in Central Park gives rise to a discussion of rebirth, a friend's pregnancy cast business, and the business of making your mark. There are great photos and a full treatment of today's poem at blog.amynelsonhahn.info
Burlwork
Bubbled and burled
like a curdled mama's
grim execration,
still this is only mirage --
the deep cut blinders
of hurt we apply from youth
to shield us from quite growing up:
Why not thick humps
plastered over with bark;
why not a great clump
impossible to excise
without harming the root?
These are signifiers
of making-your-mark.
If we deny them once,
they may vanish like the oasis
at dawn, but if they go, so goes all
that might have sustained us.
Copyright (c) 2011 Amy Nelson Hahn
view with images 1933, 1932, 1929 and 1927 from photos.amynelsonhahn.info or visit blog.amynelsonhahn.info
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