Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Sufferings Can Be of Different Kinds
SUFFERINGS CAN BE OF DIFFERENT KINDS
Pia
From Sienna,
A Georgia farm made me,
Tampa unmade me.
It was the half moons from Minarets
That became
The arrows in my side,
And I sympathized the myth of St. Sebastain
That he felt no pain..
But I felt real pain, not smiling like
St. Sebastain,
And I, a poet, will not have a ceremony
That grants a stipend or sainthood,
And gives a new title to put before my name.
Pia,
I now belong to bolted locks
And bolted curtains.
Outside every window has iron bars,
But the roof leaks, Pia,
The roof leaks.
Pia,
Even centuries ago I was your lover,
And still am.
Duane Locke
Posted over on The Hold
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