[to the Russian poet, Osip Mandelstam]
even a stone chirping in the road
they would praise as great poetry
in a dim age.
there have been many so praised
and the glass raised high
with few to wonder
why do they worship the eclipse
and let the sun go ragged.
who knows?
maybe God
or Christ
who saw it long before
the Ark set sail
or the evening mail was lost
for a thousand years;
the starry telegrams
from jail
by those indicted
for Beauty.
mary angela douglas 30 december 2015
even a stone chirping in the road
they would praise as great poetry
in a dim age.
there have been many so praised
and the glass raised high
with few to wonder
why do they worship the eclipse
and let the sun go ragged.
who knows?
maybe God
or Christ
who saw it long before
the Ark set sail
or the evening mail was lost
for a thousand years;
the starry telegrams
from jail
by those indicted
for Beauty.
mary angela douglas 30 december 2015
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