My sweet little girl had ear surgery this morning. Now, for the first time, she can hear perfectly. We left the hospital to the sound of church bells chiming. I can only imagine the shock of that full bodied sound to her. Water rushed and flowed in marble fountains. Cars whirred past. My daughter clung to me, clutching her ears.
As poets, we must listen as if we were hearing for the first time. Listen to language. To the sound of words. To the cry of your child. To the birds and the cars speeding by. Listen, even if it hurts.
As poets, we must listen as if we were hearing for the first time. Listen to language. To the sound of words. To the cry of your child. To the birds and the cars speeding by. Listen, even if it hurts.
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