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Alison Hurwitz: On Resilience

In 8th grade English class my son’s assigned
a sonnet, asked to find an image, select
one metaphor that can expand to bind
disparate thoughts together. He can’t connect

the dots until he thinks of moss in diffuse
light, the way that rain will spore a green
crescendo in the pavement cracks, whose
exhale slips to stillness. Moss between

rough things, green rivulets that spread to fill
his lines. Fern undergrowth, its script writ small
yet intricate as lace, extending until
cairn and culvert, bare escarpment, all

the stony places glow, unfurling plush
in crannies where the air may soften, hush.

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Copyright 2026 Alison Hurwitz

Alison Hurwitz (she/her), is a former cellist and dancer who finds music in language. 


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28 comments on “Alison Hurwitz: On Resilience

  1. donnahilbert
    January 28, 2026
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    Oh, what a beautiful poem. Love it.

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  2. jmnewsome93c0e5f9cd
    January 28, 2026
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    The mother-son bond through a pair of sonnets, then the bond your poem crafts with nature like moss spreading after its gift of rain; finally, the bond with us readers, bathing in the beauty of the musicality and imagery of your words. Much to love. A hope for you: Keep making the stony places glow. We need the glow amid our broken pavements.

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  3. Sean Sexton
    January 28, 2026
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    Yes! Moss. Perfect indeed.

    And this lovely poem.

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    • Alison Hurwitz
      January 28, 2026
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      Thank you so much for taking the time to read and respond to my work!

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  4. magicalphantom09a87621ce
    January 28, 2026
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    Wonderful to read so strictly observed a sonnet that never sounds forced or obligatory. Delighted!

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  5. jzguzlowski
    January 28, 2026
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    brought back memories. The most important poem I ever read was trees by Joyce Kilmore. My third grade Teacher asked us to memorize the poem and then to write a poem based on that poem. I loved that poem. I loved everything about it. It probably affected me more than any other poem I’ve ever read. For the last 70 years I’ve been writing poems and not one of them is as good as trees. I’m gonna have to keep writing.

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    • Alison Hurwitz
      January 28, 2026
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      I can fully relate to your experience and I’m so glad my poem reminded you of that formative moment.

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    • Vox Populi
      January 28, 2026
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      Yes, that poem by Kilmore was important to many of us as children.

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      • jzguzlowski
        January 28, 2026
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        did you go to a Catholic school? Joyce Kilmer was very popular among the nuns in my school.

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  6. boehmrosemary
    January 28, 2026
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    This sonnet brought me light! Thank you, Alison, Michael.

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  7. Christine Rhein
    January 28, 2026
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    Such a beautiful sonnet. It’s all the more poignant when read together with today’s essay about immigrant children leading an uprising at a Texas Detention Center. Thank you, Michael, for bringing us knowledge and art and light.

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    • Alison Hurwitz
      January 28, 2026
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      Michael is so good at curating and pairing content here. I’m honored to have my sonnet share space with that essay.

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    • Vox Populi
      January 28, 2026
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      Thanks for noticing the pairing, Christine. Some days the prose and the poetry speak to each other.

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  8. Luray Gross
    January 28, 2026
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    So good to be blessed by this poem on a chill still snow-shrouded morning. Thanks to Alison, and to you, Michael, for the post.

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  9. Mary B Moore
    January 28, 2026
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    A beautiful and sweet sonnet, Alison. That plush!

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