BabyGrace
Refugee
hey fors, I found this poem and it reminded me of that verse from Ecclisiastes 7:4, i believe, that you told me about. so i thought i'd share it with you
"Stationed"
It's the other ones, who soon enough return
to being happy after the funeral, that are the nearest
to their own deaths - in their gaiety
and everyday distraction, they're so open
and unguarded...anything could enter them;
could claim them. It's the ones who weep
incessantly that are saved for now, the ones
who have taken a little of it
Into their systems: this is how
inoculation works. And sorrow is difficult,
a job: it requires time to complete.
And the tears? - the salt
of the folk saying
that gets sprinkled over the tail feathers
and keeps a bird from flying;
keeps it stationed in this world.
-Albert Goldbarth
actually I think the ending puts a really interesting spin on the poem, as does the part where it says they "are saved for now," i'm not exactly sure if it's agreeing with that verse you shared. but it made me think and it reminded me of what you said, so here you go
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In the night of death, hope sees a star and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing.
~Robert Ingersoll
"Stationed"
It's the other ones, who soon enough return
to being happy after the funeral, that are the nearest
to their own deaths - in their gaiety
and everyday distraction, they're so open
and unguarded...anything could enter them;
could claim them. It's the ones who weep
incessantly that are saved for now, the ones
who have taken a little of it
Into their systems: this is how
inoculation works. And sorrow is difficult,
a job: it requires time to complete.
And the tears? - the salt
of the folk saying
that gets sprinkled over the tail feathers
and keeps a bird from flying;
keeps it stationed in this world.
-Albert Goldbarth
actually I think the ending puts a really interesting spin on the poem, as does the part where it says they "are saved for now," i'm not exactly sure if it's agreeing with that verse you shared. but it made me think and it reminded me of what you said, so here you go
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In the night of death, hope sees a star and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing.
~Robert Ingersoll
