Poetry Friday: Anne Porter

Too perfect and beautiful not to share, even though I've run it before.

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 here, at The Writer's Almanac. You really have to experience the final lines of the poem.)

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The Poetry Friday round up is at Anastasia Suen's blog, Poet! Poet!