Tuesday, August 04, 2009

Great Regulars: How can God have a heart in the way

we understand it if he doesn't discriminate between the living and the dead? How can he even begin to understand the terror of not knowing how things will turn out? Is this a "religious" poem? More, I'd say, a poem that profoundly touches the paradox of human intelligence and helplessness, bound together.

[by Louise Glück]

Vespers

from Fleda Brown: Traverse City Record-Eagle: On Poetry: Growing tomatoes up north

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