Tuesday, April 7, 2009

"A Ritual to Read to Each Other"


By: William Safford

"If you don't know the kind of person I am

and I don't know the kind of person you are

a pattern that others made may prevail in the world

and following the wrong god home we may miss our star.



For there is many a small betrayal in the mind,

a shrug that lets the fragile sequence break

sending with shouts the horrible errors of childhood

storming out to play through the broken dyke.



And as elephants parade holding each elephant's tail,

but if one wanders the circus won't find the park.

I call it cruel and maybe the root of all cruelty

to know what occurs but not recognize the fact.



And so I appeal to a voice, to something shadowy,

a remote important region in all who talk:

though we could fool each other, we should consider-

lest the parade of our mutual life get lost in the dark.



For it is important that awake people be awake,

or a breaking line may discourage them back to sleep;

the signals we give-yes or no, or maybe-

should be clear: the darkness around us is deep."

2 comments:

L. Espenmiller said...

William Stafford has always been a mind-blower. I'm not familiar with this poem of his - thank you for changing that sad fact. Do you know from which collection of his this one comes? I have to read this one again. And again.

peace.

Jessa said...

dear lisa,
i first came to know this poem about 8 years ago. i was taking a year-long class on "grounding" back in minnesota. it changed my life and led me to california. anyway, the teacher would read a poem to us at the end of every night...this was one of them. i don't know what collection it comes from... i will try to find out. it's profound isn't it? definitely one to read again and again...