Poem of the Month: November

"Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood."
— T.S. Eliot
“Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.”
— T.S. Eliot

Lines Written in the Days of Growing Darkness

by Mary Oliver

 

Every year we have been

witness to it: how the

world descends

 

into a rich mash, in order that

it may resume.

And therefore

who would cry out

 

to the petals on the ground

to stay,

knowing as we must,

how the vivacity of what was is married

 

to the vitality of what will be?

I don’t say

it’s easy, but

what else will do

 

if the love one claims to have for the world

be true?

 

So let us go on, cheerfully enough,

this and every crisping day,

 

though the sun be swinging east,

and the ponds be cold and black,

and the sweets of the year be doomed.

 

 

(Art by Maurice Sendak found here.)

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