{"id":2041,"date":"2008-03-28T11:37:00","date_gmt":"2008-03-28T11:37:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/?p=2041"},"modified":"2018-11-20T05:28:46","modified_gmt":"2018-11-20T05:28:46","slug":"poetry-friday-history-between-us","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/?p=2041","title":{"rendered":"Poetry Friday: The History Between Us"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_nIccA6r7lXY\/R-zc_JwMruI\/AAAAAAAAAkU\/jvIc9CZIPrc\/s1600-h\/for_what_binds_us.png\" target=_blank title=\"What Binds Us\"><img decoding=\"async\" hspace=10 align=right src=\"https:\/\/writingya.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/03\/for_what_binds_us.png\" \/><\/a>I first read this poem at Thanksgiving, the title blurring with traditional Thanksgiving themes about blessing the &#8216;ties that bind.&#8217; Those binding ties have sometimes served to bind in ways not so sanguine, and I though the poem tied in nicely with some thoughts I&#8217;d had about leaving home and familiarity. Later, I reread the poem just after a rather disastrous meal with a couple who turned on each other after dinner, a squabble that turned to bickering and bitter recriminations. <i>There are<\/i>, I reflected, <i>things that bind us; certain things that are knotted between us and cause us to stumble as surely as a coil of rope on the floor, encountered in murky darkness.<\/i><\/p>\n<p>I read this poem a third time this morning, and decided that it was high time you read it, too.<\/p>\n<p><b>For What Binds Us<\/b><\/p>\n<p>There are names for what binds us:<br \/>strong forces, weak forces.<br \/>Look around, you can see them:<br \/>the skin that forms in a half-empty cup,<br \/>nails rusting into the places they join,<br \/>joints dovetailed on their own weight.<br \/>The way things stay so solidly<br \/>wherever they&#8217;ve been set down-<br \/>and gravity, scientists say, is weak.<\/p>\n<p>And see how the flesh grows back<br \/>across a wound, with a great vehemence,<br \/>more strong<br \/>than the simple, untested surface before.<br \/>There&#8217;s a name for it on horses,<br \/>when it comes back darker and raised: proud flesh,<\/p>\n<p>as all flesh<br \/>is proud of its wounds, wears them<br \/>as honors given out after battle,<br \/>small triumphs pinned to the chest-<\/p>\n<p>And when two people have loved each other<br \/>see how it is like a<br \/>scar between their bodies,<br \/>stronger, darker, and proud;<br \/>how the black cord makes of them a single fabric<br \/>that nothing can tear or mend.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212; a poem by <a href=\"http:\/\/www.barclayagency.com\/hirshfield.html\" target= _blank>Jane Hirshfield<\/a> from <i>Of Gravity and Angels<\/i> \u00a9 1988, Wesleyan University Press.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.slate.com\/id\/2120051\/\" target= _blank>Listen<\/a> to a bonus poem by Jane Hirschfield, and find the rest of the Poetry People at Gina&#8217;s today. Visit <a href=\"http:\/\/cuentesitos.blogspot.com\/2008\/03\/poetry-friday-hosting-almost-caught.html\" target= _blank><i>Cuentesitos<\/i><\/a>, little stories, and leave a link to your own. If you&#8217;ve got the leisure to read a few more stories today, don&#8217;t miss the shyly grinning Markus Zusak, being interviewed at <a href=\"http:\/\/books.guardian.co.uk\/whyiwrite\/story\/0,,2268533,00.html?gusrc=rss&#038;feed=10\" target= _blank>The Guardian<\/a> on <i>&#8220;Why I Write&#8221;<\/i>, and <a href=\"http:\/\/books.guardian.co.uk\/news\/articles\/0,,2268898,00.html?gusrc=rss&#038;feed=10\" target= _blank>more news about Spielberg&#8217;s<\/a> <i>Tintin<\/i>. I should definitely, um, read the books or at least look at the cartoons before the movie comes out&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I first read this poem at Thanksgiving, the title blurring with traditional Thanksgiving themes about blessing the &#8216;ties that bind.&#8217; Those binding ties have&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[93,10],"class_list":["post-2041","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-poetry-friday","tag-views"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2041","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2041"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2041\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4822,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2041\/revisions\/4822"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2041"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2041"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2041"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}