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odd, this part (my nursing school
embryology), this cleft in the world
that has to happen and has to heal. At first
the first division, then the flood of them, then
the migratory plates that make a palate when
they meet (and meeting, divide
the chambers, food
from air). The suture through which (the upper
lip) we face the world. It falls
a little short sometimes, as courage does.
Bolivia once, in May (I'd volunteer
on my vacations), and the boy was nine.
I know the world has harsher
things, there wasn't a war, there wasn't
malice, I know, but this one
broke me down. They brought him in
with a bag on his head. It was
burlap, I think, or sisal. Jute.
They hadn't so much as cut eyeholes.
Without the thinking about clefts and divisions, the vocabulary of "burlap," "sisal" and "jute," the self-critical reflection on "harsher things," the poem would be merely anecdotal or even voyeuristic. It is the mind holding various things together, or bringing them together, that generates the emotion. Significant subjects are demanding -- urgently difficult. Thought is the suture that keeps the world in mind.
Robert Pinsky was Poet Laureate of the United States
from 1997 through 2000.
(Linda Gregerson's poem "Bicameral" is from her book "Magnetic North." Houghton Mifflin. Copyright 2007 by Linda Gregerson.)




