Poetry
Poetry By Tony Hoagland
Hearing that old phrase “a good death,” / which I still don’t exactly understand, / I’ve decided I’ve already / had so many, I don’t need another.
Hearing that old phrase “a good death,” / which I still don’t exactly understand, / I’ve decided I’ve already / had so many, I don’t need another.
Over and over I have discovered that my children feel alienated in environments where, at their age, I felt an automatic sense of belonging.
I bow to the pencil, the pencil maker, the tree that gave its wood, the graphite that fills its core, and the mind that conceived pencil. I bow to all the teeth and jaws that have chewed pencils out of boredom or nervousness.
Religion is not about accepting twenty impossible propositions before breakfast, but about doing things that change you. It is a moral aesthetic, an ethical alchemy. If you behave in a certain way, you will be transformed.
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There was once a Jew who had been wandering for hundreds of years in search of his death.
Suddenly A thousand seagulls rise off the river behind my classroom. Facing the back windows, I watch the birds fly
A low-grade, persistent terror plagued me throughout the summer before sixth grade, because in June I’d found out I was to spend the next year in Rabbi Friedberg’s class at my Orthodox Jewish Hebrew school.
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Our God is the God of the widow and the orphan and the stranger, a God who says, “If you harm them, their cries will reach me.”
