“If
someone is alone reading my poems, I hope it would be like reading someone's
notebook. A record. Of a place, beauty, difficulty. A familiar daily struggle.”
– Fanny Howe
Born on Oct. 15, 1940, Howe was
awarded the 2009 Ruth Lilly Poetry Prize, presented annually by the Poetry
Foundation to a living U.S. poet whose lifetime accomplishments warrant
extraordinary recognition. 
One of America’s
most widely read poets, she also has a distinguished record as a novelist and
essayist. For Saturday’s Poem,
here is Howe’s,
One of America’s
most widely read poets, she also has a distinguished record as a novelist and
essayist. For Saturday’s Poem,
here is Howe’s,Footsteps
I
have never arrived
into a new life yet.
Have you?
Do you find the squeak
of boots on snow
excruciating?
Have you heard people
say, It wasn't me,
when they accomplished
a great feat?
I have, often.
But rarely.
•
Possibility
is one of the elements.
It keeps things going.
The ferry
with its ratty engine
and exactitude at chugging
into blocks and chains.
Returning as ever
to mother's house
under a salty rain.
Slave up, slave down.
into a new life yet.
Have you?
Do you find the squeak
of boots on snow
excruciating?
Have you heard people
say, It wasn't me,
when they accomplished
a great feat?
I have, often.
But rarely.
•
Possibility
is one of the elements.
It keeps things going.
The ferry
with its ratty engine
and exactitude at chugging
into blocks and chains.
Returning as ever
to mother's house
under a salty rain.
Slave up, slave down.
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