What I Give to Poems, and What They Give Me

By Sister Marcia Kruse, ASC

I am Sister Marcia Kruse, ASC and have the privilege of living in Rome for a couple of years, where I have always dreamed of working. At my community’s request, I am learning to speak and translate Italian. Rome for me has been fertile ground for writing. I have all kinds of ideas and scraps of poems and homemade psalms.


How it all began:

I wrote my first poem as a junior in high school when Sister had the whole class write poems for a contest.

Poem: Like Every Other Place

By Sister Marcia Kruse, ASC

Sister Marcia has traveled far and wide, including the places mentioned below. She’s most recently moved to Rome, Italy, to learn Italian. She wrote a poem about her experiences.


Rome is like every place else.

It is like Bolivia
It’s far away from home
People squint when you speak their language
You wear your winter coat inside the house
You mop with a broom and a rag
Crossing the street is perilous
You hang your clothes outside to dry

It’s like China
Un-understandable store signs
Different plumbing
Unusual foods
Lots of smog
People wear red,