LOVE WON'T SAVE US
(Don’t ever ever forget the flowers that were rejected, made fools of.)
"Is there no voice to cry out from the wind and say what it is like to be the wind,
To be roughed up by the trees and to bring music from the scattered houses
And the stones, and to be in such intimate relationship with the sea
That you cannot understand it?"
-Kenneth Koch, "Fresh Air"
I’ve known grief. I don’t
Take it lightly. Know how
It gnaws your bones hollow
So you’re afraid to stand up,
Afraid the lightest wind will
Knock you over, blow you away.
But maybe the wind is supposed
To blow right through you;
Maybe you’re a tree in winter
And your poems translates
That cold wind into song.
-Gregory Orr