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.
Thanks for sharing this new-to-me poem. Contrite and heartbreaking in so many ways, and then that final image. Wow!
ReplyDeleteA poem of great contemplation, and perhaps of regret. It is lovely, Karen.
ReplyDeleteThis poem is new to me--and gives so much to ponder.
ReplyDeleteI am always glad to read the poems you share, Karen! You introduce me to so many wonderful words. Thanks, friend!
ReplyDeleteAll the harm I've done...ouch.
ReplyDeleteAs others have said, I hadn't come across this poem before. It's left me digesting, which is a sign of a powerful poem.
ReplyDeleteThanks, friends!
ReplyDeleteI'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."
ReplyDeleteI 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!
ReplyDeleteGreetings from the UK. I enjoyed reading your poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.