The two poems below acknowledge Election Day tomorrow. I was going to post words of my own, but they turned out rather grumpy about people from the other village (need a reminder about village people? see Oct. 27). The other village that wants to put paranoid hate-mongers in the C-place and substitute soundbites for reasons and phantom thrift for generosity, compassion, the public weal.
So I’ll let Yeats and cummings do the talkin’, although the Yeats is quite grave and cummings, the old hippie, sounds oddly Republican, with his anti-regulation theme. (e.e., Old Buddy, My Man, serpents and other critters also eat each other).
Competition can be healthy. Sensible games can be played hard by sensible people, under sensible rules. But without guidelines and their own purity of intent, athletes at sunset can end up feeling stranded on alien notions of a field of play. They feel bad; they've learned nothing good.
The Second Coming by William Butler Yeats : The Poetry Foundation [poem] : Find Poems and Poets. Discover Poetry.
when serpents bargain for the right to squirm... (22) - A poem by e.e. cummings - American Poems
Posts
