BEAUTIFUL IT IS SO ALTOGETHER ALL THAT WE CAN SAY

 

BEAUTIUL IT IS SO ALTOGETHER ALL THAT WE CAN SAY

Whenever I see

The memorial poems heaped up like flowers

by anonymous poets who barely register

in the rolls

I think to myself I don’t know anything

Of veneration for the great Poets of old

Let me be a child again and learn

From those who write but whose work is spurned

Far nobler they

Than those for whom sweet poetry pays perhaps

Or maybe that’s unfounded;it takes courage to succeed

But what matters is the Love we all feel

For every poem in the field

In this we are one.

and make together one grand chorus.

Major and minor bells all pealing

Beautiful it is so altogether

All that we can say.

mary angela douglas 21 april 2024