Mater Sagax

  • Rachel Hadas


When I began to feel I was coming into my own as a poet, I sometimes had the sense that the profound familiarity with and love of literature my mother instilled in me was analogous to some superior ingredients which I, a chef, had been provided with, and which I then somehow processed into poetry. This notion of the raw and the cooked now seems condescending and presumptuous to me. The essential qualities of my mother’s soul—her patience and discretion, her generosity and, yes, her sagacity—weren’t raw ingredients. Rather they are traits I’m fortunate to have inherited, to the very incomplete degree that I have indeed inherited any of them (the patience not so much). I didn’t cook them—I, or nature, recombined them somewhat differently. (Isn’t that what DNA does?)

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  • Rachel Hadas
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  1. 1.LondonUK

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