as a lover of poetry, i cherish precise words. i celebrate adjectives that describe my exact feelings. one word that has resonated with me over the past two weeks is the word “encantado”. this is a word that spanish-speakers often use when greeting a new person. instead of replying “nice to meet you” after an introduction, they simply say, ‘encantado’.
the word literally translates to mean ‘enchanted’. and i am intrigued, challenged, amazed by the new people that i meet in life. in a word, i am enchanted.
i consider the word ‘encantado’ especially applicable to my affection for poetry. since my first encounter with poetry, i have been enchanted. and my life has become a constant effort to see through otherwise unimportant days and recognize an astonishing moment like an old friend. this, to me, is poetry.
that effort gives meaning to my busy days. so, here in nyc, while i hustle to work for 14-16 hours a day, 18 days in a row, i have often been turning to poetry.
in celebration of my enchantment with poetry, and its constant gift back to me–that of wonder, i will be posting one poem each day this week that has helped me realize beauty amongst busyness. the first poem is ‘An Arundel Tomb’ by my favorite miserable Brit, Philip Larkin.
An Arundel Tomb
Side by side, their faces blurred,
Such plainness of the pre-baroque
They would not think to lie so long.
They would not guess how early in
Persisted, linked, through lengths and breadths
Washing at their identity.
Time has transfigured them into