Poetry Alive- Margaret Atwood- The Moment

I’ve fallen in love with hearing poetry aloud all over again. I wanted to pass that along so I’m starting up a Poetry Alive moment and sharing poets reading their own work. First off is one of my favorites, Margaret Atwood and her poem The Moment.

The Moment

The moment when, after many years

of hard work and a long voyage


you stand in the centre of your room,


house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,


knowing at last how you got there,


and say, I own this,

is the same moment when the trees unloose


their soft arms from around you,


the birds take back their language,


the cliffs fissure and collapse,


the air moves back from you like a wave


and you can’t breathe.

No, they whisper. You own nothing.


You were a visitor, time after time


climbing the hill, planting the flag, proclaiming.


We never belonged to you.


You never found us.


It was always the other way round.

Margaret Atwood

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