Lines to a Poet
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Lines to a Poet
by Josephine Jacobsen
Be careful what you say to us now.
The street-lamp is smashed, the window is jagged,
There is a man dead in his blood by the base of the fountain.
If you speak,
You cannot be delicate or sad or clever.
Some other hour, in a moist April,
We will consider similes for the budding larches.
You can teach our wits and our fancy then;
By a green-lit midnight in your study
We will delve into your sparkling rock.
But now at dreadful high noon
You may speak only to our heart,
Our honor and our need:
Saying such things as, \\u201cSee, she is alive . . . \\u201c
Or \\u201cHere is water,\\u201d or \\u201cLook behind you!\\u201d
Josephine Jacobsen (19 August 1908 \\u2013 9 July 2003) was a Canadian-born American poet, short story writer, essayist, and critic. She was appointed the twenty-first Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress in 1971.[2] In 1997, she received the Poetry Society of America\\u2019s highest award, the Robert Frost Medal for Lifetime Achievement in Poetry.
More about her here:
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/josephine-jacobsen
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