Everything sublime is as difficult as it is rare. Baruch Spinoza

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Poetry

Letter to My Sister


It is dangerous for a woman to defy the gods;
To taunt them with the tongue's thin tip,
Or strut in the weakness of mere humanity,
Or draw a line daring them to cross;
The gods own the searing lightning,
The drowning waters, tormenting fears
And anger of red sins. 

Oh, but worse still if you mince timidly--
Dodge this way or that, or kneel or pray,
Be kind, or sweat agony drops
Or lay your quick body over your feeble young;
If you have beauty or none, if celibate
Or vowed--the gods are Juggernaut,
Passing over . . . over . . .

This you may do:
Lock your heart, then, quietly,
And lest they peer within,
Light no lamp when dark comes down
Raise no shade for sun;
Breathless must your breath come through
If you'd die and dare deny
The gods their god-like fun.

Anne Spencer ~ 1882 - 1975


8 comments:

  1. Now THAT was a poem I could get into - very good.

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  2. Thank you, sister, for having the backbone against the tyrannical 'gods' that bring the individuality of a woman down. Here's to having 'god-like' fun!

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  3. This poem says a lot. Someday, maybe I'll have god-like fun. But not today.

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  4. Oh I loved that! Thank you so much for posting poetry regularly. I always look forward to seeing what you've chosen & whether it will be something I know or something new to enjoy. :)
    That was a goodie.

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  5. I'm so glad you liked it, as the resident poet!

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  6. :P

    I don't make a good snob. As the saying goes, I know what I like. I think we have very similar tastes though. You usually choose things I really like.

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  7. Excellent choice of poem. Didn't know it, but love it. Great blog.

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  8. Hi Dave! Thanks for looking in. I know nothing of poetry, so I started this Wed. poetry thing a few months ago. It has me looking for poetry during the week and I choose something I like. I will never be a poet, nor will I be able to converse with expertise on poetry. But I am becoming exposed to something I never looked at before. I read some of your blog and I will return when I have more time. You, I see, are a thinker!

    Ganeida, the resident poet, you don't need to be an actual snob. You can be a poet of the proletariat. ; )

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I really appreciate the concept and sentiment behind awards, but I cannot participate in them anymore. I have too may and I have not got the time to devote to participating properly. To all who have honored me, I am grateful but I don't have seven more things to tell anyone about myself! And I'm a terrible passer-oner.