To the Russian poets and all poets;the shimmering, undefeated "cloud of witnesses" who conveyed at great cost in their own way: the connecting idea between Heaven and earth. And most of all, to the poet from the former Soviet Union who, dying, in prison, wrote his final poem in his own blood on the wall: the single word, "Hope". Whole-hearted To the Triune God in memory of Mary Adalyn Douglas.
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Sunday, December 21, 2014
To The Lark Descending
[to the prophetic Hans Christian Andersen,
for his fairytale: "The Emperor's Nightingale"] (to the tune of Vaughn Williams "The Lark Ascending" played more and more faintly...)
it's so important to cry out loud
whenever it is you're with that crowd
and suddenly they've come to displace
the real bird with the fake-
though it is jeweled;
though it knows all the variations
clockwork, on-demand and hops with one wing folded!