Poems move the human spirit, else why do they exist? Like music, they escape the rational brain and call to our deeper nature. Whenever I hear a poem that speaks to me, I capture it so I can pull it out later on some night when I feel dismal and uninspired. I do this by writing it down and keeping it with others. Sometimes I memorize them and share them with others.

When I was a child my mother read me poetry, created memories and associations that comfort me today some fifty years later. Her favorite book was 101 Poems, which she drew from endlessly and often gave as a gift.

Here is one that I heard just for the first time today, though it is famous enough. Nonetheless, this poem by Martha Postlewaite, is a gem:


Do not try to save
the whole world
or do anything grandiose.
Instead, create
a clearing
in the dense forest
of your life
and wait there
until the song
that is your life
falls into your own cupped hands
and you recognize and greet it.
Only then will you know
how to give yourself
to this world
so worth of rescue.

What treasures do you collect? What jewels will you find this week?

“Pure mathematics is, in its way, the poetry of logical ideas.”
– Albert Einstein