|Help! I am still on Challenge 9!! :)
By AWHITAKER on 04/08/2011
This poem was inspired by Auden''s Our Lonely Betters.
I cannot hear their words,
but they speak to me---
about being who I am,
about living free.
The Robin sings its own song;
Is it not enough to sing mine?
To be good enough is one thing---
to accept is divine.
Is it foolish to worry about tomorrow?
---to take more power than is mine?
When words get in my way,and
I''m searching a sign---Frantic!
I''ll place hope in my quiet "betters",
and wait for peace
to right a rhyme.
Now heres Auden''s lovely poem: Lonely Betters
As I listened from a beach chair in the shade
To all the notes that my garden made,
It seemed to me only proper that words
Should be withheld from vegetables and birds.
A robin with no Christian name ran through
The Robin-Anthem which was all it knew,
And rustling flowers for some 3rd party waited
To say which pairs, if any, should be mated
Not one of them was capable of lying,
There was not one which knew it was dying
Or could have with a rhythm or rhyme
Assumed responsibility for time.
Let them leave language to their lonely betters
Who count some days and long for certain letters
We, too, make noises when we laugh or weep
Words are for those with promises to keep.
© By AWHITAKER On 4/8/2011 9:04:41 AM