A few poems Maine Gov. Janet Mills wrote over the years
Maine´s Democratic Gov. Janet Mills said poems "elevate our soul." Here are a few that she has written over the years:
"For My Granddaughter" (2016)
Men running for office
Bellow about the 未来,
Punch the 空気／公表する,
Wave their 武器,
FILE- Gov. Janet Mills walks in Bath, Maine, in this Nov. 7, 2022, とじ込み／提出する photo. Mills has been 令状ing poetry since the the 1960s. "Poetry and reading are a way of learning the world and 開始 our 注目する，もくろむs and ears to wha t other people are experiencing," she said. (AP Photo/Robert F. Bukaty)
Yell on the tv.
While in the 配達／演説／出産 room,
It is the 握りこぶし you notice first,
The 静かな fingerlets
That 粘着する to one another
With invisible strength
Clutching their own new 肌,
forming a circle
Only she understands.
Then the 直面する, wrinkly,
The little 団体／死体,
A sturdy belly,
膝s and feet
in miniature.
注目する，もくろむs and ears
Ready to know
Everything that is new,
Everything that is.
A brain ready
To learn,
A heart ready
To love.
That is your god
Warming your own heart,
That is your god
持つ／拘留するing your 手渡す
So tight,
Never letting you
Go.
"Every 政府
せねばならない have
A Department of the 未来,"
Kurt Vonnegut said.
And here, she is.
Clenching all our
Tomorrows.
-
"For Stan" (2015 )
There are things I have seen I cannot explain -
The way a child cries and laughs
At things only it knows.
The way autumn always brings
the smell of fries and donuts, musty hay,
the baying of old animals, the carnies and barkers,
the （人が）群がる in the grandstand shouting with a 選び出す／独身 発言する／表明する,
the 冷気／寒がらせる of a new 勝利，勝つd.
The way spring brings everything 支援する we´ve
避難所d all the long dark days-
Grass in the field,
water in the stream,
hope in the heart.
And the way a dying person いつかs
has one last good day.
Our friend Harry had one last good day.
In 深い 昏睡, it was the end, they said,
as they pulled the tubes,
and he awoke with a smile.
And when you and I went to say goodbye,
He was having the best party,
Telling such stories with his
Firefighter friends, his wife, his neighbors,
Before he died.
There are other things,
Like red lights in the sky
That twice appeared when I was on
An old road on a dark night.
Like the music we heard at the lake
That （機の）カム from swift bats, tall trees,
naked loons at dusk.
Like the man lost three days in 深い 支持を得ようと努めるd,
given up for dead, who
Walked out, に引き続いて the river
To the 追跡する.
Like the time I 設立する you, love,
and two lives changed.
Like you, when we （機の）カム to say goodbye.
Laughing like 雷,
You knew us, you saw us, you held us,
And thanked us, every one,
knowing it was the end.
And like me now
持つ／拘留するing in my 手渡すs
your old smile,
行方不明の that music,
looking,
に引き続いて the river
to another 追跡する.
--
"This Fussy Fatality" (from "Balancing 行為／法令／行動する: A 調書をとる／予約する of Poems by Ten Maine Women," 1975)
This fussy fatality I have 設立する must
belong to some god-like dog-day dreamer
who, 落ちるing under the frequency of
the 十分な moon, forgets us,
blinded by 偽造s of the past,
his 注目する，もくろむs two telescopes of time turned inward.
Pink and scarlet of dusk´s purgatorial
keeps us in-and-out, 炎上-bent for
目的s priceless and unfathomed.
We return from forms of perfect mind
to under 無, 認めるing the
条件s of the day,
harboring in undergarments our wares
保存するd with secret sacrifice.
Logic makes checker squares on all that´s touched
feigning bravado from every 直面する I see;
yet from the crevice of all 注目する，もくろむs
come these spiralling scarlet circles,
mad-apple crimson.
-
"So What" (from Island 定期刊行物, 2021)
You are Miles Davis
disinterred, a Hamlet
of Hypothermia,
Part Faberge cloud,
One piece of sky,
a little amputation of eagle
Hiding strong wide wings,
wild offspring of Canada,
queen of 偽装する,
perched like a coyote
waiting for dark.
冷笑的な archangel,
Singing soundless
hymns to an 古代の heart,
what memories, 恐れるs,
loves and 天罰s
do you 奮起させる?
Something too long absent,
someone 説
"I have always known you
And know you still,"
注目する，もくろむs 約束ing
never to leave you.
Your talons clutch
a 支店 that is
my former soul.
I say, I am 肉親，親類d of Blue
like that sea of yours.
You smile
As if you have just
Devoured a crow
somewhere In Labrador.
So What
Gov. Janet Mills speaks with a 訪問者 in her office at the 明言する／公表する House, Tuesday, Jan. 17, 2023, in Augusta, Maine. Mills, who frequently 令状s poetry, said she remains 納得させるd that poetry and the arts are 必須の to 存在 井戸／弁護士席-一連の会議、交渉／完成するd and understanding the world. (AP Photo/Robert F. Bukaty)
