Light in Winter: A Dialogue Between Two Poets

Light in Winter: A Dialogue Between Two Poets

Light in Winter: A Dialogue Between Two Poets

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When
Feb 10, 2021 from 08:00 PM to 09:00 PM
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In a celebration of the written word and the spoken word, join North Cascades Institute's co-founder and executive director Saul Weisberg and American Book Award-winning poet Holly Hughes for a virtual evening of poetic exchange.

Holly will read from her latest collection of poems released in 2020 called Hold Fast, which explores our spiritual anchorage in a tempestuous world. Saul will read from Headwaters: Poems and Field Notes, and will share some new poems from this past year.

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Gather round our virtual poetry circle to hear both writers read their favorite verses and tell the personal stories behind the poems. They may read one another's work, works from other poets, and discussion questions with the audience. Let the prosody flow!


Check out Saul and Holly reading favorite poems from their homes in our ongoing Poetry from the Porch video series on YouTube!




Chickadee 

Chickadee –
such a tiny bundle of hope.

A few words
on a torn scrap of paper
blown into cottonwoods
along the river. 

If not for hunger, or love,
what is anything for?

— Saul Weisberg, from Headwaters

Mind Wanting More

Only a beige slat of sun
above the horizon, like a shade
pulled not quite down. Otherwise,
clouds. Sea rippled here and
there. Birds reluctant to fly.
The mind wants a shaft of sun to
stir the grey porridge of clouds,
an osprey to stitch sea to sky
with its barred wings, some dramatic
music: a symphony, perhaps
a Chinese gong.
 
But the mind always
wants more than it has—
one more bright day of sun,
one more clear night in bed
with the moon; one more hour
to get the words right; one
more chance for the heart in hiding
to emerge from its thicket
in dried grasses—as if this quiet day
with its tentative light weren't enough,
as if joy weren't strewn all around.

— Holly Hughes, from Hold Fast