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Poetry Column by Jeffrey Shotts, HPC Member

A small anthology of farm poems— about first fruits, an immigrant worker, and a contemporary field song.

The Broken Ground

by Wendell Berry

The opening out and out,
body yielding body:
the breaking
through which the new
comes, perching
above its shadow
on the piling up
darkened broken old
husks of itself:
bud opening to flower
opening to fruit opening
to the sweet marrow
of the seed —
from what was, from
what could have been.
What is left
is what is.

The Right Hand of a Mexican Farmworker in Somerset County, Maryland

by Martín Espada

—by Emma Onawa, HPC member

—by Naomi Jackson, Membership Coordinator

—by Ellen Sushak, HPC member and Registered Dietitian

—by Naomi Jackson, Membership Coordinator

—by Kjersti Hanneman, HPC Board Member

Poetry Column by Jeffrey Shotts, HPC Member

There is in poetry the great tradition of the walk. Many of Wordsworth’s poems were written while he was out walking the countryside, and the often strict iambic meter—the soft syllable, followed by a hard one—seems to enact footsteps across the lines. It is part of the Romantic tradition.

Now that the snow has, for the most part, cleared, we can walk outside again and resume the tradition. April is National Poetry Month, and with it comes a spate of new poetry titles. One such is the popular poet Jane Hirshfield’s new collection, After. One poem in it recalls the walking tradition:

—by Kate Wagner, HPC Member

—by Ellen Sushak, HPC Member

Of course, my mind was on food and eating during my trip to China last November. After all, I was traveling with eleven other dietitians.

Let me back up for a moment to provide some background. Early last spring an invitation arrived at my home from the People to People Ambassador program to join a goodwill mission of registered dietitians to China. Our goal would be to connect with our counterparts working in China. As you might guess, it cost a lot to go—time and money—but after about an hour of thought, I was sure I could find a way to do it. After all, exactly how many times had an opportunity like this come my way?