Wild Honey, Tough Salt

Sunday afternoon found my family unexpectedly at a memorial service at the high school, standing in the cold and snow around a bonfire. That evening, my daughter sits  on the couch beside me, reading Robert Frost’s poem “Fire and Ice.” Why, she asks, is she required to memorize poems and recite them aloud?

Because poetry is who we are, both the beauty, the sheer ugliness at times, and the unexplained complexity of life. Here’s a poem by Kim Stafford:



About Brett Ann Stanciu

A writer and sugarmaker, Brett Ann lives with her two daughters in stony soil Vermont. Her novel HIDDEN VIEW was published by Green Writers Press in the fall of 2015. Let my writing speak for itself.
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8 Responses to Wild Honey, Tough Salt

  1. Such a beautiful poem to ponder. Thank you Brett Ann!

  2. Still in the space of disbelief over losing my mom. This poem. Wow. Tears.

  3. Ben Hewitt says:

    That’s a hell of a poem. Thanks for sharing

  4. Nancy says:

    This poem is poignant and moving. Brett, you have a remarkable ability to link together other people’s writings with your own writing. (The inside of your brain must look like a referral library!!) Thank you for introducing me to Kim Stafford, who I immediately began to read about, which led me to reading about his father William Stafford, including this fine article: https://www.terrain.org/2017/interviews/william-stafford-family/ Can you imagine having two poet laureates in one family?!

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