For poetry makes nothing happen

Don’t say you have never asked yourself
if the world needs beauty as much as it needs
food. May I toil not as a lily of the field,
starscattered while you trudge upright
acknowledged paths, useful.

Like train tracks we need not touch
to hum; with practical passion, quiet
prayer, you swim south as I arrow north
shivering, surviving, a drop-in-this-ocean
way of happening

 

Title and last line borrowed from W. H. Auden’s “In Memory of W. B. Yeats.”

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14 thoughts on “For poetry makes nothing happen

  1. This is lovely. It brought some of the poems of Jack Gilbert to mind. In his book Refusing Heaven, the first poem, A Brief for the Defence is a defence for joy amid all the sorrow… “we must risk delight…” A balance. Beautifully crafted Jennifer.

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