by Susannah Greenberg
Hope and history
stutter and gaffe.
Corruption and cruelty
point and laugh.
Then Joe rolls in
like Moses leaning on his staff,
sentence flows from sentence,
and then a paragraph.
He says so many dead,
and so many infected.
We deserve the truth.
We deserve to be protected.
Hope and history come together
when you need but don’t expect it.
Susannah Greenberg is an independent book publicist at Susannah Greenberg Public Relations.
Showing posts with label Seamus Heaney. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Seamus Heaney. Show all posts
Tuesday, August 25, 2020
Saturday, August 31, 2013
HAS ANYONE SEEN OUR OLD FRIEND, SEAMUS
by Earl J Wilcox
Not long gone, but surely missed.
Already the lonesome loblolly pines
Here in Carolina sing a sad song.
The palmettos list slightly,
Cast a long shadow on the beaches,
Along the pebbled shore,
Over the fading summer foothills.
At high tide, the Atlantic swells,
Then ebbs, washes away but cannot
Diminish thoughts, memories,
Hopes, dreams of him we loved.
Forevermore.
Earl J. Wilcox writes about aging, baseball, literary icons, politics, and southern culture. His work appears in more than two dozen journals; he is a regular contributor to TheNew Verse News. More of Earl's poetry appears at his blog, Writing by Earl.
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| Seamus Heaney 1939-2013 |
Not long gone, but surely missed.
Already the lonesome loblolly pines
Here in Carolina sing a sad song.
The palmettos list slightly,
Cast a long shadow on the beaches,
Along the pebbled shore,
Over the fading summer foothills.
At high tide, the Atlantic swells,
Then ebbs, washes away but cannot
Diminish thoughts, memories,
Hopes, dreams of him we loved.
Forevermore.
Earl J. Wilcox writes about aging, baseball, literary icons, politics, and southern culture. His work appears in more than two dozen journals; he is a regular contributor to TheNew Verse News. More of Earl's poetry appears at his blog, Writing by Earl.
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