Monday, 6 February 2017

Transit

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A poem for the times we live in - and good advice too: 
Let it be said, while in the midst of horror, we fed on beauty.


Transit - Rita Dove


If music be the food of love, play on. 

This is the house that music built:
each note a fingertip’s purchase,
rung upon rung laddering


across the unspeakable world.
As for those other shrill facades,
rigged-for-a-day porticos


composed to soothe regiments
of eyes, guilt-reddened,
lining the parade route


(horn flash, woodwind wail) . . .
well, let them cheer.
I won’t speak judgment on 


the black water passing for coffee,
white water for soup.
We supped instead each night


on Chopin—hummed our grief-
soaked lullabies to the rapture
rippling through. Let it be said


while in the midst of horror
we fed on beauty—and that,
my love, is what sustained us.

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