Friday, April 2, 2010

Another poem

I become a proselytizing missionary during National Poetry Month because I so strongly believe that not enough people read poetry and that many would enjoy it if sufficiently exposed to it. So I plan to read Szymborska's "The Terrorist He is Watching" to my writing class, not because it has anything to do with today's discussion but because I mentioned it last week when a man wrote a brief dialog on an airplane with a terrorist and because I love introducing people to this wonderful poet. It's too long to post here. So I will post James K. Baxter's short poem, "High Country Weather"

Alone we are born
and die alone.
yet see the gold-red cirrus
over the snow-mountain shine.

Upon the upland road
ride easy, stranger,
surrender to the sky
your heart of anger.

3 comments:

Marie aka Grams said...

Absolutely lovely poem. I love poetry as much as you do, I'll bet.
Thanks for the inspiration.

Kass said...

Great poem! I love the idea of surrendering my anger to the sky.

Saint Dolores said...

You poem just made me realize something about poetry I'd never thought of. You HAVE to approach poetry with a open, non-cynical heart. Otherwise it all sound pretentious and blousy.

People who love poetry...I wonder if they're less cynical in general.