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American Life in Poetry: Thanksgiving

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Here's a poem for this season by Tim Nolan, of Minnesota. Once we begin to be thankful for things, there are more and more things to be thankful for.

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Thanksgiving

Thanks for the Italian chestnuts--with their

tough shells--the smooth chocolaty

skin of them--thanks for the boiling water--

itself a miracle and a mystery--

thanks for the seasoned sauce pan

and the old wooden spoon--and all

the neglected instruments in the drawer--

the garlic crusher--the bent paring knife--

the apple slicer that creates six

perfect wedges out of the crisp Haralson--

thanks for the humming radio--thanks

for the program on the radio

about the guy who was a cross-dresser--

but his wife forgave him--and he

ended up almost dying from leukemia--

(and you could tell his wife loved him

entirely--it was in her deliberate voice)--

thanks for the brined turkey--

the size of a big baby--thanks--

for the departed head of the turkey--

the present neck--the giblets

(whatever they are)--wrapped up as

small gifts inside the cavern of the ribs--

thanks--thanks--thanks--for the candles

lit on the table--the dried twigs--

the autumn leaves in the blue Chinese vase--

thanks--for the faces--our faces--in this low light.

American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Poem copyright ©2012 by Tim Nolan, from his most recent book of poems, And Then, New Rivers Press, 2012. Poem reprinted by permission of Tim Nolan and the publisher. Introduction copyright © 2012 by The Poetry Foundation. The introduction's author, Ted Kooser, served as United States Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress from 2004-2006. We do not accept unsolicited manuscripts.

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