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Mushrooms, Weakness and Doubt

Poems by Sylvia Plath and Kay Ryan take the peripheral status of the fungal kingdom as an invitation to consider the scientific knowns and unknowns, and cultural significance, of mushrooms. Microbial ecologist Serita Frey, Chef Gabrielle Hamilton, Plant pathologist Barry Pryor, Health advocate Dr. Andrew Weil, Writers Maria Popova and Maria Pinto, and Journalist Frank Bruni join host Elisa New. 

 

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Mushrooms, Weakness and Doubt

 

MUSHROOMS by Sylvia Plath

 

Overnight, very

Whitely, discreetly,

Very quietly

 

Our toes, our noses

Take hold on the loam,

Acquire the air.

 

Nobody sees us,

Stops us, betrays us;

The small grains make room.

 

Soft fists insist on

Heaving the needles,

The leafy bedding,

 

Even the paving.

Our hammers, our rams,

Earless and eyeless,

 

Perfectly voiceless,

Widen the crannies,

Shoulder through holes. We

 

Diet on water,

On crumbs of shadow,

Bland-mannered, asking

 

Little or nothing.

So many of us!

So many of us!

 

We are shelves, we are

Tables, we are meek,

We are edible,

 

Nudgers and shovers

In spite of ourselves.

Our kind multiplies:

 

We shall by morning

Inherit the earth.

Our foot’s in the door.

 

WEAKNESS AND DOUBT by Kay Ryan

 

Weakness and doubt

are symbionts

famous throughout

the fungal orders,

which admire pallors,

rusts, grey talcums,

the whole palette

of dusts and powders

of the rot kingdom

and do not share

our kind’s disgust

at dissolution,

following the 

interplay of doubt

and weakness

as a robust

sort of business;

the way we

love construction,

they love hollowing.

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MUSHROOMS by Sylvia Plath

 

Overnight, very

Whitely, discreetly,

Very quietly

 

Our toes, our noses

Take hold on the loam,

Acquire the air.

 

Nobody sees us,

Stops us, betrays us;

The small grains make room.

 

Soft fists insist on

Heaving the needles,

The leafy bedding,

 

Even the paving.

Our hammers, our rams,

Earless and eyeless,

 

Perfectly voiceless,

Widen the crannies,

Shoulder through holes. We

 

Diet on water,

On crumbs of shadow,

Bland-mannered, asking

 

Little or nothing.

So many of us!

So many of us!

 

We are shelves, we are

Tables, we are meek,

We are edible,

 

Nudgers and shovers

In spite of ourselves.

Our kind multiplies:

 

We shall by morning

Inherit the earth.

Our foot’s in the door.

 

WEAKNESS AND DOUBT by Kay Ryan

 

Weakness and doubt

are symbionts

famous throughout

the fungal orders,

which admire pallors,

rusts, grey talcums,

the whole palette

of dusts and powders

of the rot kingdom

and do not share

our kind’s disgust

at dissolution,

following the 

interplay of doubt

and weakness

as a robust

sort of business;

the way we

love construction,

they love hollowing.

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