{"id":6326,"date":"2024-01-30T11:25:12","date_gmt":"2024-01-30T15:25:12","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/parmaks.com\/Resources\/a-poem-the-marginalian-2\/"},"modified":"2024-01-30T11:25:12","modified_gmt":"2024-01-30T15:25:12","slug":"a-poem-the-marginalian-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/parmaks.com\/Resources\/a-poem-the-marginalian-2\/","title":{"rendered":"A Poem \u2013 The Marginalian"},"content":{"rendered":"

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By Maria Popova<\/h3>\n
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Like mathematics, the truest metaphors are not invented but discovered. In fact, they hardly feel like metaphors \u2014 they feel like equations equating something previously unseen with something familiar in order to see more deeply into the nature of reality.<\/p>\n

One morning out on a run while traveling for a poetry workshop, I stopped mid-stride at the sight of a tiny tree shooting up from the center of a trunk twice as wide as me \u2014 a regenerative growth known as coppicing. I must have walked past dozens, hundreds of such stubborn second lives over the years. But for some reason, this one \u2014 at that moment in my life, at that moment in the world \u2014 became a mirror, a portal, a miniature of a larger truth about what made us and what we have made of ourselves.<\/p>\n

By sundown, it had become a poem \u2014 read here to the sound of Zo\u00eb Keating\u2019s \u201cOptimist\u201d from her breathtaking album Into the Trees<\/em><\/a>.<\/p>\n