Thursday, January 26, 2012

Ironies

Growing on the previous post, a poem written by Daniel Berrigan from his book, Prayer for the Morning Headlines: On the Sanctity of Life and Death


Ironies

draw the mind free of habitual

animal ease. Sough of tides in the heart,

massive and moony, is not our sound.


But hope and despair together

bring tears to face, and a human ground,

death mask and comic, such speech

as hero and commoner devise, make sense


contrive our face. To expunge

either, is to cast snares for the

ghost a glancing heart makes

along a ground, and airy goes its way.



And Yeats, "Sailing to Byzantine,"


Consume my heart, sick with desire

And fastened to a dying animal

It knows not what is . . .

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