A Poem I’ve Come To Appreciate Of Late

I saw a reading of this on the literature program with Conan O’Brien, and I really thought it was deep and thought provoking!

Here it is, an untitled poem by S. Palin who, according to speculation,  left her last job to run for Poet Laureate in 2012.

Soaring through nature’s finest show

Denali, the great one, soaring under the midnight sun.

And then the extremes.

In the winter time it’s the frozen road

That is competing with the view of

Ice fogged frigid beauty,

The cold though, doesn’t it split

the Cheechakos from the Sourdoughs?

And then in the summertime

Such extreme summertime

About a hundred and fifty degrees hotter

Than just some months ago, and

Than just some months from now, with

Fireweed blooming along the frost heaves and

Merciless rivers that are rushing and carving and

Reminding us that here,

Mother Nature wins.

It is as throughout all Alaska that

Big wild good life teeming along the road

That is north to the future.

I could try for a million years, and I could never ever write anything like that. You betcha.

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