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Getting the news from poetry?
Our Amherst Writers & Artists Prompt last week:
“It is difficult to get the news from poems
Yet men die miserably every day for what is found there.”
— William Carlos Williams
Things do fall apart, as Yeats told us back in 1920
When things were indeed falling apart in many ways
From many things as is the case so often and now seems
Our condition with the Center day by day not holding,
The Center our goal no longer as we march closer
To our end of the spectrum and peer through telescopes
At those Rough beasts, receding backwards towards the
Abyss, while we huddle at the foot of our Lady
Of the Harbor who calls with laryngitis for homeless
Masses to stay put and wait until this madness suicides
And we are reborn, Our teeming shores submerged beneath
the melted Ice, a smaller land and ready to Rebuild
as Our Lady Holds high her torch again.
