“New Year’s”

Fresh snow on the ground, representing the clean slate this new year's poem by dana gioia speaks to.

New Year’s

By Dana Gioia

Let other mornings honor the miraculous.
Eternity has festivals enough.
This is the feast of our mortality,
The most mundane and human holiday.

On other days we misinterpret time,
Pretending that we live the present moment.
But can this blur, this smudgy in-between,
This tiny fissure where the future drips

Into the past, this flyspeck we call now
Be our true habitat? The present is
The leaky palm of water that we skim
From the swift, silent river slipping by.

The new year always brings us what we want
Simply by bringing us along—to see
A calendar with every day uncrossed,
A field of snow without a single footprint.

Dana Gioia, “New Year’s” from book 99 Poems: New & Selected, Copyright © 2016 by Dana Gioia. Reprinted with the permission of the author. DanaGioia.com

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