Donโt 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.”
The world certainly needs poets more than it needs hedge fund managers…(K)
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Big smiles…yes
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Beautiful poem.
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Thank you!
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The world needs beauty. The world needs poetry and lilies of the field.
A beautiful poem, Jennifer.
Your link to the Auden’s poem didn’t include your title line, but this one does: http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-memory-of-w-b-yeats-2/
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Oh, thank you for the link! And for the sweet encouragement. ๐
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You’re welcome. ๐
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The second stanza is amazing! ****
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Thank you. It went through some gymnastics from first draft to this. ๐
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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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Thanks very much. I’m not familiar with Jack Gilbert, but will look for this book! Risking delight…yes…how would the world be different if we each strove to seek and risk delight. Been pondering that a little bit today. ๐
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Lovely. The train tracks/hum is a perfect metaphor. Makes you pause to reconsider the whole poem. Well done!
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Thank you. I came to those train tracks in a very roundabout way, haha.
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I’m shivering, too ~
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