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President's Wednesday Message


Summer seems to be slipping by, each moment running into the next as though they cannot wait until fall. One of my summer goals is always to read more poetry, but equally always, the poems get bumped by policy, proposals, and prose. Before we lose sunny days to early evenings, I thought I’d share a poem by one of my favorite writers, Jorie Graham.

Over and Over Stitch
by Jorie Graham

Late in the season the world digs in, the fat blossoms
hold still for just a moment longer.
Nothing looks satisfied,
but there is no real reason to move on much further:
this isn’t a bad place;
why not pretend

we wished for it?
The bushes have learned to live with their haunches.
The hydrangea is resigned
to its pale and inconclusive utterances.
Towards the end of the season
it is not bad

to have the body. To have experienced joy
as the mere lifting of hunger
is not to have known it
less. The tobacco leaves
don’t mind being removed
to the long racks—all uses are astounding

to the used.
There are moments in our lives which, threaded, give us heaven—
noon, for instance, or all the single victories
of gravity, or the kudzu vine,
most delicate of manias,
which has pressed its luck

this far this season.
It shines a gloating green.
Its edges darken with impatience, a kind of wind.
Nothing again will ever be this easy, lives
being snatched up like dropped stitches, the dry stalks of daylilies
marking a stillness we can’t keep.

The line, “there are moments in our lives which, threaded, give us heaven,” has always struck me as one of the most touching and true ever written. I hope your summer has provided you with more than a few such moments to stitch together. Please share one of your summer moments on the blog.

    Anne M. Kress
    Office of the President
    08/05/2015