"I grew up aware of two ways of
looking at the world that are opposed to each other and yet can exist side by
side in the same person. One is the scientific view. The other is the magic
view." –
Nancy Willard
Born
this week in 1936, Willard (who I featured earlier this week for her career in
writing) was an award-winning, versatile
author of many of volumes of poetry. The first author to win the Newbery Prize
(recognizing the best in children’s literature) for a book of poetry for
children, she also wrote novels, short stories and literary criticism for
adults. For Saturday’s Poem, here is
Willard’s,
The dragonfly at
rest on the doorbell—
too weak to ring
and glad of it,
but well mannered
and cautious,
thinking it best
to observe us quietly
before flying in,
and who knows if he will find
the way out?
Cautious of traps, this one.
A winged cross,
plain, the body straight
as a thermometer,
the old glass kind
that could kill us
with mercury if our teeth
did not respect
its brittle body. Slim as an eel
but a solitary
glider, a pilot without bombs
or weapons, and
wings clear and small as a wish
to see over our
heads, to see the whole picture.
And when our gaze
grazes over it and moves on,
the dragonfly
changes its clothes,
sheds its old
skin, shriveled like laundry,
and steps forth,
polished black, with two
circles buttoned
like epaulettes taking the last space
at the edge of its
eyes.
Writer’s Moment with a friend at httpe://writersmoment.blogspot.com
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