I've shared Anne Porter's work before, but not for awhile. Here's a beautiful one:
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.
Where I have wronged them by it....
(Read the rest here, at The Writer's Almanac.)
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The inimitable, incomparable Jama Rattigan has the round up this week.
10 comments:
Thanks for sharing this new-to-me poem. Contrite and heartbreaking in so many ways, and then that final image. Wow!
A poem of great contemplation, and perhaps of regret. It is lovely, Karen.
This poem is new to me--and gives so much to ponder.
I am always glad to read the poems you share, Karen! You introduce me to so many wonderful words. Thanks, friend!
All the harm I've done...ouch.
As others have said, I hadn't come across this poem before. It's left me digesting, which is a sign of a powerful poem.
Thanks, friends!
I'm so glad to have introduced Anne Porter to some of you. She blows me away.
Wow, that is a powerful poem. I love the image of "promises/ Burst[ing] into song."
I think many of us have been on this road of regret, for words said or actions taken or not taken. Thanks for this moving poem Karen!
Greetings from the UK. I enjoyed reading your poem.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.
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