Seasons of the Soul
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We Will Remember: 911
On September 11, 2001, the attack on the United States changed everything. The world, as we knew it, would never be the same.
“A violent act pierces the atmosphere,
leaving a hole through which the cold, damp draft of its memory
blows forever.” —Jane Stanton Hitchcock
leaving a hole through which the cold, damp draft of its memory
blows forever.” —Jane Stanton Hitchcock
Though my personal memories of that day have faded, I have not forgotten. The myriad of emotions that surfaced, as events unfolded and in the weeks-months-years that followed, have surrendered to a lingering sadness and ache for peace.
Affirmation: Love brings peace.
New York City on 911
My daughter’s personal thoughts
My daughter’s personal thoughts
“. . . the only marker we’ll ever need is the tick of a clock at the 46th minute of the eighth hour of the 11th day.”
—George W. Bush
—George W. Bush
Essays by Anna Quindlen
Featured Poem
When the Towers Fell
A poem by Galway Kinnell
Some with torn clothing, some bloodied, some limping at top speed like children in a three-legged race, some half dragged, some intact in neat suits and dresses, they straggle out of step up the avenues, each dusted to a ghostly whiteness, their eyes rubbed red as the eyes of a Zahoris, who can see the dead under the ground. And then by trying to transform them: As each tower goes down, it concentrates into itself, transforms itself infinitely slowly into a black hole infinitesimally small: mass without space, where each light, each life, put out, lies down within us.
Copyright © 2002 Galway Kinnell
Published in the New Yorker, September 2002
Published in the New Yorker, September 2002
