by Stanley Kunitz
Oh, I have made myself a tribe
out of my true affections,
and my tribe is scattered!
How shall the heart be reconciled
to its feast of losses?
You must read the whole poem here, at Poets.org.
Read more about Kunitz here or here. And here is a Paris Review interview with him from 1977.
The Poetry Friday round up is at Reflections on the Teche.