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Sunday, November 08, 2015
When Irene Latham invited me to join in her celebration of ten years of blogging by contributing a post on the theme of WILD, I remembered a quote by Czeslaw Milosz that I read a few years ago, as well as the poem I wrote in response. The quote came from Milosz's poem, Ars Poetica.
Happy tenth anniversary, Irene! Thanks for all you do to inspire and encourage poetry online and in our lives!
In the very essence of poetry there is something indecent:
a thing is brought forth which we didn’t know we had in us,
so we blink our eyes, as if a tiger had sprung out
and stood in the light, lashing his tail. - Czeslaw Milosz
Is there a tiger in me?
Ready to spring out and stand in the light, blinking,
Lashing its tail?
More like a groundhog, maybe,
Peering for its shadow,
Trying to forecast the weather
To figure out what to do next,
What contingency plans to make.
Or a sheep,
Wondering what everyone else is doing,
Baaing in wooly conformity.
At the most scandalous,
A house cat in search of supper.
Ferocity, but domesticated,
Hunting instincts lost several generations back.
But a tiger?
Too large, too loud,
Its lashing tail too apt to knock china cups off the table,
Its stripes designed for Asian forests,
And here, in my living room, serving as advertisement
rather than camouflage.
Sometimes a whisper of fur,
A flash of brown and orange,
A gleam of golden eyes.
Something I didn't know I had in me.
Ruth, from thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com
Check out Irene's post and the roundup of other WILD! entries.