Friday, February 04, 2011
A spare and beautiful poem from Anne Porter. (Read more about her here, and here.)
A Short Testament
by Anne Porter
Whatever harm I may have done
In all my life in all your wide creation
If I cannot repair it
I beg you to repair it,
And then there are all the wounded
The poor the deaf the lonely and the old
Whom I have roughly dismissed
As if I were not one of them.
(Read the rest of the poem here, at The Writer's Almanac.)
The round up today is at Dori Reads.