Thursday, June 19, 2008

Thursday Poem - My Heart Is Moved

My heart is moved by all I cannot save:
so much has been destroyed

I have to cast my lot with those
who age after age, perversely,

with no extraordinary power,
reconstitute the world.

A passion to make, and make again
where such un-making reigns.

Adrienne Rich, Excerpt from Natural Resources
in Dreams of a Common Language

1 comment:

kerrdelune said...

My apologies about the multiple publishing manoeuvres today - Blogger is in peevish mode and is being difficult about fonts.