Men learn that poetry's not just the skill
Of words long dead, but actual You's and I's—
And if you have not learned that yet, you will.
Memoranda for a Sonnet Sequence
Can't help wondering...
what you're wondering about
as you read the excerpt above...
then read the following poem?
I came across the poem in the Library of Congress and it spoke to me with such Truth that I felt the need to gain permission to share it here. That done, I hope it speaks to you as well. Enjoy...
Children under, say, ten, shouldn't know
that the universe is ever-expanding,
inexorably pushing into the vacuum, galaxies
swallowed by galaxies, whole
solar systems collapsing, all of it
acted out in silence. At ten we are still learning
the rules of cartoon animation,
that if a man draws a door on a rock
only he can pass through it.
Anyone else who tries
should stick with burning houses, car wrecks,
ships going down -- earthbound, tangible
where they can be heroes. You can run
with their ladders, if you jump
places her hand on the roof of a schoolbus,
& who will be pulled under by sharks. She
until he notices his mistake.
A Child is Waiting,
Take care...be aware,