you will dig me from the earth with your bare hands, in order to resurrect me by Paula Harris
you will dig me from the earth with your bare hands, in order to resurrect me
Paula Harristhis will be challenging, given that I intend to be cremated,
the cremains then scattered along the ridge of the Tararuasbut still, you will sift through the dirt, the ferns,
the decomposing leaves, the insects;
you will make sacrifices of wheat and goats to the Anemoi,
so that they will agree to use the winds
to help you draw my scattered self to one placeyou will worship orishas and physics, you will learn to bend time,
you will make offerings to gods and spirits
that you previously didn’t even know existedyou will gather the first tears of conjoined twins,
the last howl of a dying white wolf,
the moments between thunder and lightning,
the fourth tail of an albino axolotl,
a lamb’s happiest jump,
a metric cup of warmth, created by sunlight hitting the point of Cleopatra’s Needle,
the moment a seed breaks through the surface and becomes a seedling,
five kisses from a Buddhist monk who lives in a cave high above the Matsang River,
927 grams of steel, captured from the dust of knives as they are sharpened,
eleven memories of my smileyou will cast spells,
you will create a sacred circle, a sacred triangle,
a sacred pentagram, a sacred parallelogramyou will wipe the dirt, the decomposing leaves, the insects
from my re-forming bodyyou will hold my almost-formed left hand and beg me to return,
you will sing me lullabies,
you will tell me how you’ve missed me, how this was all a mistakewith infinite gentleness you will wipe away the dirt water tears
that slip from my still-closed eyesand all of this will be too late
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This devastating poem is, at turns, exuberant, elegiac, and playful. Lush with mythic detail and the richness of the poet’s home Aotearoa, “You will dig me from the earth…” embraces the impossible magic of love and poetry. The ending turn still makes me gasp. But this poem has a heartbreaking framework. In both her poetry and extrapoetic life, Harris’s openness about the damaging impact of depression was heartening to me as a young poet struggling with mental health. Tragically, I learned of Harris’ passing in 2023 from suicide when her body was identified on Horowhenua beach. Now, when I read Harris’ poem, I am digging her up from that sandy shore, resurrecting her through lyric in some small way, grateful I have these words to remember her by. So often our words are too late, or too early. I teach Paula’s poem to my workshop students in our elegy unit now, asking them to think about how we remember, and want to be remembered. Poetry has this potent ability to transcend things like time, and death. When I read “you will dig me from the earth with your bare hands, in order to resurrect me”, it never feels too late.
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ABOUT ARAH KO
Arah Ko is a writer from Hawaii, the author of Brine Orchid (YesYes Books, October 2025) and the chapbook Animal Logic (Bull City Press, 2026). Her work has been nominated for the Pushcart Anthology, Best of Net, and Best New Poets and appears in American Poetry Review, Apogee, Ninth Letter, The Threepenny Review, RHINO, Waxwing, Poetry Northwest, and elsewhere. She received her M.F.A. in Creative Writing from The Ohio State University.
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This poem appeared in Ruminate Magazine, Issue 49, 2018.
DESCRIPTION
“What matters in this world? We are all always asking this question whether we realize it or not, and it’s a brave act to honestly and intentionally hold this question. The words and images gathered in this issue do just that—giving space for the writer, artist, and reader to ponder our mortality and our meaning in this life together. You’ll find Paula Harris’ winning poem from our 2018 Poetry Prize, which begins “you will dig me from the earth with your bare hands, in order to resurrect me” and the runner-up poem by Clemonce Heard, titled “Our Hands are Bowls of Dust.” With stunning fiction, nonfiction, art, and more lovely poems, we explore how we are all formed by the earth and eventually and sacredly return to it.” (Source)
ABOUT PAULA HARRIS
Paula Harris was born and raised in Palmerston North, New Zealand. She won the 2018 Janet B. McCabe Poetry Prize, the 2018 Geometry | Open Book Poetry Competition and the 1995 Whitireia Poetry Award. Paula was the recipient of the New Zealand Society of Authors’ 2017 Lilian Ida Smith Award. Her poetry has been published in various literary journals, websites and anthologies, including Passages North, Glass, Barren, Prelude, New Delta Review, The Spinoff, Snorkel, Poetry NZ /New Zealand… (more)
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ENDNOTES
- This is Day 27 of Poems We Carry, celebrating the 20th anniversary of Read A Little Poetry—a living archive I’ve nurtured for two decades. For this milestone series, I invited writers I deeply admire to share poems that have meant something to them over time.
- Explore other works in pursuit of: magic • devotion • grief • Or browse the index
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