Reading out like a heartbeat, Frost's most famous work draws from nature to explore the human conflict of being torn between life’s beauty and its responsibilities. "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening", by Robert Frost The poem serves as an understated call to action - make the change now, no matter how scary. "Risk", by Anaïs NinĪ single sentence broken up into 8 small lines, Anaïs Nin’s “Risk” uses a flower as a metaphor, to remind us that there will come a day when the pain of complacency will exceed the pain of actually daring to make a change. From classics like Robert Frost and Rumi to the more contemporary Rupi Kaur, you’re guaranteed to find something that resonates with what you’re feeling. So, in this post we’ve put together a list of the 40 greatest poems about life. Poetry has a way of making us feel understood - it can make us feel empowered, hopeful, and remind us why life is worth living. In such times, it can be useful to turn to the wisdom of poetry. Sometimes, life can get confusing and hard. Not everything is lost.40 Transformative Poems About Life Everyone Should Know I wanted to hug all those other women, too. Not a single person in that gate-once the crying of confusion stopped-seemed apprehensive about any other person. Always stay rooted to somewhere.Īnd I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and I thought, This is the world I want to live in. And I noticed my new best friend- by now we were holding hands-had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing, with green furry leaves. There is no better cookie.Īnd then the airline broke out free apple juice from huge coolers and two little girls from our flight ran around serving it and they were covered with powdered sugar, too. The traveler from Argentina, the mom from California, the lovely woman from Laredo-we were all covered with the same powdered To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies-little powdered sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts-from her bag-and was offering them to all the women at the gate. Telling of her life, patting my knee, answering questions. Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian poets I knowĪnd let them chat with her? This all took up two hours. Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and found out of course they had ten shared friends. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it. I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and ride next to her. We called her son, I spoke with him in English. I said, "No, we're fine, you'll get there, just later, who is
She needed to be in El Paso for major medical treatment the next day. She thought the flight had been cancelled entirely.
"Shu-dow-a, Shu-bid-uck Habibti? Stani schway, Min fadlick, Shu-bit- se-wee?" The minute she heard any words she knew, however poorly used, she stopped crying. I stooped to put my arm around the woman and spoke haltingly. Told her the flight was going to be late and she did this." I went there.Īn older woman in full traditional Palestinian embroidered dress, just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing. Wandering around the Albuquerque Airport Terminal, after learning my flight had been delayed four hours, I heard an announcement: "If anyone in the vicinity of Gate A-4 understands any Arabic, please