Thanks to everyone who participated in the 92nd Challenge, “Love and the Universal Karma”. Apparently, it meant a range of things to a range of people. Let’s face it, poets writing about love will run out of ideas as quickly as a kaleidoscope will run out of patterns.
Emile Zola said, “Art is a corner of creation seen through a temperament.” With that in mind, imagine an artist’s model posing before a group of twelve artists with twelve easels. What will you get? Twelve fascinatingly different, unique renderings. It’s true in painting, and it’s true in poetry. It’s been a fun month for me. I’ve enjoyed each and every poem that you’ve submitted, and loved their uniqueness.
I’d like to close out with a favorite poem of my own. I remember reading Edna St. Vincent Millay in high school, and the thing I remember most was that I loved her name! I tripped over this poem recently, and it stopped me in my tracks. If I read it in school, I was obviously too young to get it.
If I Should Learn, in Some Quite Casual Way
By Edna St. Vincent Millay
If I should learn, in some quite casual way,
That you were gone, not to return again—
Read from the back-page of a paper, say,
Held by a neighbor in a subway train,
How at the corner of this avenue
And such a street (so are the papers filled)
A hurrying man—who happened to be you—
At noon to-day had happened to be killed,
I should not cry aloud—I could not cry
Aloud, or wring my hands in such a place—
I should but watch the station lights rush by
With a more careful interest on my face,
Or raise my eyes and read with greater care
Where to store furs and how to treat the hair.