I adore these closing stanzas from this poem by Marie Howe:

For months I dreamt of knucklebones and roots,

the slabs of sidewalk pushed up like crooked teeth by what grew underneath.

The underneath —that was the first devil.
It was always with me.

And that I didn't think you — if I told you — would understand any of this —

She is one of those all-too-rare poets who can read her work with a fluidity and a clarity that doesn't sound forced. You really ought to listen to her read the other poems we recorded and produced for this week's show, "The Poetry of Ordinary Time." It was such an honor to edit and produce. Please share them with your loved ones!

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Lovely. . .I took a poetry class from Marie a very long time ago. So good to hear her voice now and know what a beautiful soul she still is.

Who could not love/embrace such wrenching honesty. How brave...

I was mesmerized by this conversation and can identify with the writing and linage of thinking which wrestled with these words. Thank you.

Amazing, mesmerizing, moving in 360 degrees. I found myself captivated by the words as Marie read to me over the radio this evening. I was driving home on torrential rains while my daughter slept in front seat. We were driving home from a dance competition and I changed the station to Marie's mystical words. Thank you Marie. You are an inspiration.

So much beauty in the words and in the reading of the words.

as others have said, wonderful voice. kept thinking what would Marie song like if she sang those words. any way it was beautiful.

Taps into a deep hunger for life; thanks

Thanks for a wonderfully rich interview with Marie Howe. Your conversation about the necessity of being present to the "this" brought back to mind a wonderful passage in Thomas Merton's classic "No Man is an Island," in the chapter called "Conscience, Freedom and Prayer." On pp. 34-35, he has a wonderful passage about the spiritually formative power of contemplating beauty, and how this is why art--visual, poetic, or musical-- is so necessary for us.

I listened to Marie read this poem as I drove to pick my daughter up at a friend's home. I was worried I would get there before the poem ended so I pulled over to listen completely. I was captivated and amazed at how it touched me. Wonderful.

I loved yesterdays interview with Marie Howe and this poem caught a heart string.

When I heard this on the air, it released so much grief that I keep burried deep.

I loved this poem. I lost my husband of 43 years. We were married @ 16 & 17 years old. He was my everything. I have these same feelings that are in this poem.

I had just left Mass at my church this past Sunday morning. It was overcast and quiet except for your program. I listened intently to Marie speak the MAry Magdalene piece and just wept and wept..for it truly touched my sould heart and being that it could be related to myself and my loved ones.Thank you. I have told many friends of Marie Howe and I will be ordering her books.She is an incredible writer and human being....

Brought to mind so many thoughts about the world I live in and how little attention I pay to it sometimes. Thank you for this

I enjoyed the interview and the reading of "Magdalene" very much.

What a sublime encounter this was! Marie's voice IN her voice is like listening to those Buddhist monks who chant in many octaves at once. Such a richness in one sentence as it meets the ear!!!! Like a glacier - moving everything forward. Thank you all!